Zalman Moishe Ha Yitzchaki - Held in High Esteem

Held in High Esteem

The Rebbe Rashab would refer to him affectionately as "my Zalman Moishe." He was held in such high esteem by the Rebbes of Chabad that the Rebbe said that "an aphorism of Zalman Moishe is told over in the house of the Chabad Rebbes (Beis HoRav)." In the condolence letter sent by the Rebbe to the family after his death, the Rebbe referred to him as a Tzaddik. This is extraordinary, as the Rebbe had not referred that way to any other Chossid.

The Rebbe Rayatz said of Reb Zalman Moishe to the Chabad residents of Tel Aviv: “He is one of the few unique ones who diligently study and comprehend Chassidus. He is expert in many discourses of my father . They should strive to find him an appropriate position as a shochet, and draw him exceedingly close.”

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