For the Tosher Rebbe ztz”l, the needs of every Yid, no matter how geographically or spiritually distant, rested on his heart, mind, and the margins of his siddur
Four years ago, at the end of Chodesh Av, the Tosher Rebbe, Rav Meshulam Feish Lowy, was niftar, and I did my job, writing a tribute to the deceased tzaddik. But that’s not what formed the backdrop to my newest book, The Tosher Rebbe: The Life, Leadership and Legacy of Rabbi Meshulam Feish Halevi Lowy.
That article spawned something else — a miracle that came about through this very magazine.
The story I’m about to tell doesn’t really make sense, even in retrospect, but it comes from a world in which things don’t have to add up, where logic and strategy are at most a means of hishtadlus, nothing more. Results comes from another realm.
The Rebbe was niftar, and his radiant face graced our cover.
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