My father, Rabbi Melvin I. Burg, was born in the Bronx. As he lost his father at age 11, his mother was a major guiding force in his life. I couldn’t help but think during the funeral that now that my father had passed, he was seeing his dad for the first time since before his Bar Mitzvah.

My father’s mother, even as a widow, had a tremendous connection to the many rabbis that lived in the Bronx in the sixties. It was this influence that led my father to want to become a pulpit rabbi.

When my parents first married, they went to Brantford, Ontario, so my father could assume the position of Rabbi there. Brantford was a small town in Canada with one Orthodox shul, even though the families there were mostly not religious. (Brantford is perhaps best known as the home of Wayne Gretzky.) It is there my father started to learn how to be both a friend and a spiritual mentor to those in his flock. When I reached school age, it was time for me to attend Jewish day school so my parents moved back to the US where my father began to look for a proper synagogue to lead.

He was sent to the Ocean Avenue Jewish Center (OAJC) in Flatbush, Brooklyn as a young, 28-year-old, last-minute candidate to complete a search. He was not expected to get the job but the older search committee members fell in love with his youthful passion. Thus he began an extremely successful 45-year career in the OAJC. I have spent the last month thinking about why he was so successful and I want to share some parts of his philosophy with all of you.

My parents and me on top of the roof of Aish HaTorah

What struck me most throughout shiva was the number of people who visited who had grown up in my father’s shul and felt close to him. Some were big rabbis themselves who credit my father’s love and warmth as being a major influence in their lives. From the start, my father felt that the youth come first. He always focused on the kids in his shul. I remember as a little boy in Brantford, my father would have all the teens come to his home to build his sukkah. There were more efficient ways to have gotten it done, but he wanted to work side by side with the young Jews.

My father believed in putting youth to work. He had a never-ending list of jobs he would give them to do. If you were within range of his bima, he would call you over and send you on some errand for him. When it came time to prepare the synagogue for the High Holidays, he would enlist the youth to change the curtains on the Ark and switch the prayer books. They would be the ones enlisted to set up for Kiddush and the third meal on Shabbos. He was training the next generation that service of the Almighty means rolling up your sleeves.

The Community Affairs officers told me how broken they were by his death. They truly loved him and considered him a friend.

My father believed in community. He knew every politician in the community personally. He spent a tremendous amount of time with the NYPD before the holidays making sure they knew how to best protect the Jewish community. At my dad’s funeral in Brooklyn, I thanked the police who had closed off part of the street for us to follow my father after we left the shul. The Community Affairs officers told me how broken they were by his death. They truly loved him and considered him a friend. So many times people from other congregations would seek him out to deal with issues affecting the greater Jewish community. He always rose to the occasion and did what was right rather than what may have personally helped him in his career.

His love of the greater community brought him to take a position as the Executive Director of the Vaad HaRabonim of Flatbush. This is an organization of rabbis which oversees Kashrut, Chevra Kaddisha (burial matters), and Beit Din (Rabbinical Court) for the greater Brooklyn community. My father was an incredibly organized person and felt a responsibility for these aspects that are so crucial to any Jewish community. He loved fellow rabbis and this gave him an outlet to work with so many diverse rabbis of all ages and backgrounds.

What always amazed me was his ability to be happy in doing the things he did. He had many job offers over the years. Many encouraged him to run for political office. He found his happiness in serving his congregation and his Master above. The only thing which drew him away was Israel. He loved Israel with a burning passion. My parents had an apartment in Ramat Beit Shemesh and would always go there for vacation. My father was very connected to Lev HaTorah Yeshiva where my brother-in-law, Rabbi Jake Vidomlanski taught. Every year my parents would sponsor the Yom Ha’Atzmaut (Israeli Independence Day) celebration and they would try to be in Israel to celebrate with the yeshiva. My father liked to point out that he and the State of Israel were born in the same year.

With a loud and strong voice, he gave a sermon from his podium just as he had for so many years. At the time, none of us knew that this would be his final full day on earth.

My father got very sick with Covid-19. He went into the hospital last Hanukkah, transferred to rehab on Purim, and came home on Shavuot. Thankfully, he survived and was getting stronger over the last few months. He began to attend his synagogue again, but from a wheelchair, as he needed to regain balance and strength in his muscles.

Finally, it was time for Rosh Hashanah and, as always, my father prepared two folders. One for the first day with his sermon and all his papers and one for the second. As I have blown shofar in his shul since I was 14, I was there with my family like every other year. We came to shul that morning and he wanted to go up to the bima. For the first time since before Hanukkah, he climbed the stairs and sat in his rabbinical chair. With a loud and strong voice, he gave a sermon from his podium just as he had for so many years.

My father always called out the hundred notes for me to blow shofar. I told him that he didn’t have to stand up and that he could call out the notes from his chair. He said he wanted to and proceeded to get up and walk to the bima five times so he could call out the notes. It was an amazing display of poise and grace. At the time, none of us knew that this would be his final full day on earth.

The Almighty granted him one full day to minister to his beloved congregation as he had lived his life. My father was a soldier in God's service and he was granted permission to stand at his post one last time by his beloved General. I am forever grateful to the Creator for allowing him such a graceful exit.

The pulpit wasn’t a job; it was his family.

My father was an incredibly loving man. One can conjecture that it may have come from not having a father, or just intuitively knowing that it is what people needed. He loved every Jew as if they were his family. The pulpit wasn’t a job; it was his family. I believe he never looked seriously at other jobs because it wasn’t about career advancement. It was about family, and how could you leave the family the Almighty had led you to?

While we miss and mourn him, we understand that the Almighty had a greater need for him in Heaven than down on earth. We accept that with all of our hearts yet we miss his love and influence.

I would be remiss if I didn't mention the most important person in my father’s life, my mother. My mother and father had 51 amazing years together. She was his rock through all things good and challenging throughout his life. They were seldom apart and she shared the same sense of mission and community that he did. Through his bout with Covid, she took amazing care of him and was constantly by his side encouraging and strengthening him. No one ever had a better partner on their journey on this earth.

I look at my life in regards to what I have tried to do in service of the Almighty and I am extraordinarily thankful to Him for having given me such a loving and determined role model. While internally my heart is a bit broken, I know that we all have work to do in service of the Jewish Nation. I can see my father standing alongside the Almighty’s throne pleading the case of the Jews and doing all that he can to help and strengthen us.

I cannot thank you enough for the enormous outpouring of love and support you have all shown my family. Please direct those efforts toward helping bring Jewish wisdom to the world. Study Torah with Rabbi Moshe Yitzchak Ben Shlomo in mind. As Jews, we must carry on no matter how broken or battered our heart becomes. We have a mission that is more precious than pearls. To bring the Almighty’s splendor to this world and reconnect humanity with our Creator.