The Passing of a Prophet

I first met the Admor, as his Chasidim of the Shomrei Emunim call him, fifteen years ago. I was a cynical rationalist that had little time for excessive saintliness. However, meeting the happy man of the shiny countenance had an immediate impact on me and whether conscious or not the outward effect was that I started growing a beard from that day forward.

Over the years, I’ve spent many hours together with him, usually accompanying my father, but in latter years by myself and on one occasion by his express invitation.

[The rest of the eulogy is at http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/personal-eulogy-for-the-admor-of-the-shomrei-emunim-rav-avraham-haim-roth/]