I get pictures from the lessons ,:
The table with a cup of tea, the smile, the stories, the calm, the examples to illustrate (the sin of the calf - a first-grade student who is going to teach a seminar. The sanctity of the times - to catch the wave), the plays In white seeking the therapies - his God, in the sack of socks).
And to my tears I can not help but attach a smile. Even now, as I write, I get a smile that joins the wetness in my eyes.
Rabbi Eli's classes were long. The "peak" I remember is a three-and-a-half-hour Hanukkah lesson, and I don't remember people going out.
The ability to translate lofty words into "human language", the serenity, the calm, the pleasantness…
Then I realized. I understood the blessing of Moshe, I understood why when the Chumash ends, at the culmination of which is the Kabbalah of the Torah and the construction of the Mishkan, there is a need for a blessing whose content is pleasant. "And let the grace of God be upon us," because when we are in a system full of details, full of commandments, that great precision is needed, full and uncompromising existence, one can very quickly become stressed. You can become "religious", people who are very, very careful about every iodine thorn, and as a result their face is also a bit like a thorn…
In such a reality, Noam must. One must ask God to give strength to keep Torah and Mishkan with a smile, stories, calmness, examples and plays.
In this sense Rabbi Eli was not only teaching Torah, he was teaching a form of Torah, a style of Torah, a style of life.
I had a very banal concept when I heard what happened - "Theory of Life"
In a few hours the funeral. And I go to her, I go to cry, to cry with a smile.