Instead, the figure of the old rabbi hovered before my eyes.

Silently the old rabbi passed him another slip of paper, with another phrase.

The old rabbi died before the children were a year old.

What had she been doing in the home of a widowed old rabbi?

That night I saw the old rabbi in my dream.

The old rabbi blessed him as he left the Temple.

The old rabbi was sort of that mysterious and scary.

He had crumpled against the old rabbi, fast asleep.

The old rabbi gave Avram a scrap of paper on which was written a brief phrase.

My old rabbi should hear this story.

Ole wanted to update the traditional view of the wise, old rabbi and Matisyahu goes against all expectations.

Was this choice the "free will" the old rabbi from Alexandria had tried to explain to me?

The old rabbi shrugged.

There was an old rabbi, long ago, whose real name was all but lost, because everybody nick-named him 'Rabbi Thisalso.'

A little old rabbi flown in from Novoropissik to do the business as they used to do it in the old country.

I responded out of turn because I was still mulling over what the old rabbi had said about "free will." He was wrong.