Reb Meir Schuster zt”l

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  1. Jon Baker says:

    My own experiences: I went to them to find me a place for Shabbat lunch a couple of times, and both times was set up with families who didn’t speak English, only high-speed Hebrew and Yiddish. I don’t see the educational value in such matchups.

    I stayed at Heritage House once, and remembered your story as you told it back in ’85, that you were in the bus station, and a rabbi with a long beard and long coat offered you a place to stay at an Orthodox Youth Hostel – which I figured must have been R’ Schuster a”h. That Shabbat was a nice, supportive experience. Like a tiny shabbaton.

    When they sent me off to Ohr Somayach on Sunday morning, I figured that was the price to pay for spending Shabbat with them, to try out a yeshiva. I still remember a halacha taught in the shiur by R’ Dovid Gottlieb: if you’re about to daven, and you need to go to the bathroom, GO. Otherwise, you won’t be thinking about your tefillah when you’re saying it, you’ll be too preoccupied.

    The Jewish world lost a great marbitz Torah and marbitz Yiddishkeit this week. Yehi zichro baruch.

  2. David Kerner says:

    I too had the honor of giving the time to Rabbi Schuster, z’l. How many lives he was instrument in elevating! My first introduction to Judaism as an adult began with the person I think was Rabbi Schuster’s predecessor, Baruch Levine. He sent me, and a group of others, from the Kotel to a beautiful Shabbat meal in Meah Shearim, following by a nighttime tour of that neighborhood. Incredible. Prior to that, my Jewish memories were dodging spitballs at hebrew school. If anyone knows his contact information, I’d very much appreciate it!

  3. yy says:

    I must chime in.

    He was for me as well the first conduit towards a traditional Shabbos. I was 19, on a northern kibbutz, visiting J-m one Friday with some friends, one gentile, and there he was. He picked up rt away that I was a Yid and asked if I was interested in tasting a real, traditional (and free!) Shabbos meal. I platzed. I had been longing for a more authentic Jewish experience than kibbutz was giving me, but had no where to begin. He offered it. And it stays with me til this day. Powerful is not the word.

    I would end up meeting him by the Koisel a few more times and he introduced me to more shabbos hosts, and of course tried to sneak in some Yeshiva classes. I wasn’t up to the “brainwashing”, but his palpable CARING and WARMTH and weird INNOCENCE all managed to usher me in to a new world… which I have been progressively exploring ever since!

    Reb Meir, Reb Meir – THANK you.

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