With the passing of Rabbi Moshe Kotlarsky, thousands of shluchim have been left bereft of their general and their best friend
You may have been there yourself and directly felt the electric energy; you may have only seen the video clips and watched as that energy jumped off the screen.
The Torah poured forth in flowing Yiddish, expounding on a potpourri of chassidus, halachah, dikduk and aggadah; even those who didn’t fully understand were able to follow the rise and fall of his voice, the sharp emphases followed by the slowly released intonation. They sensed a truth that transcended verbalization.
Then they would break into song, and the square gray-white beard topped by the sharply bent hat brim would blur as his forearm went up and down, up and down. The crowd’s voices swelled and quickened to the rhythm of the forearm’s pace.
Then he’d speak again. More Torah, more chassidus. More energy.
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