01/29/2026
Rabbi's Message
This past Shabbat I had the honor of speaking at my grandson Noam’s bar mitzvah. Jacob and Michal, my son and daughter-in-law, live in Israel in the town of Katzrin, and belong to an Orthodox congregation of English speakers. The service is entirely in Hebrew but words of Torah can be in Hebrew or English. Noam chanted the entire Torah reading. He began learning to leyn, that is, chant the Torah, when he was in first grade, and took to it immediately. This past week’s reading was more than three chapters, and Noam leyned quickly and accurately, followed by the Haftarah from the prophet Jeremiah, followed by being pelted with candy, some soft, some hard. At the Kiddush lunch afterward I spoke about the Exodus. The reading last week started with the last three of the Ten Plagues and included instructions to the Israelites on how to prepare to leave Egypt. Most significantly four times in the parasha it says that you shall tell your child about God redeeming you from Egypt with a strong arm and an outstretched hand. This part of the portion is familiar to those of us who don’t hear it read in synagogue but recite it from the Haggadah at the Passover Seder.
The Exodus from Egypt is the Jewish people’s foundational story, that our beginnings were as slaves, and that God redeemed us from that oppression. This foundation provides us with humility, pride at how far we have come, gratitude at our redemption, and responsibility toward others who are oppressed. Thirty-six times in the Torah it tells us to look out for and raise up the poor, the immigrant, the landless, the oppressed, as we know as a people what it means to be oppressed “strangers”. Every Erev Shabbat and Yom Tov (holiday) we include gratitude for the redemption from slavery in Egypt in the Kiddush. Those who daven(pray) regularly, three times a day, recite a passage about the redemption from Egypt in both the morning and the evening service. These lowly beginnings, redemption from slavery and responsibility towards the needy and oppressed are imprinted within us through this repetition, prompting us to help others with out a second thought.
What I didn’t talk about at the Kiddush is how we agonize in this country with the current situation of immigrants and citizens alike being persecuted, tear-gassed, kidnapped, injured, even killed by agents of ICE. But rest assured, had I been in Woodstock instead of Katzrin last week, I would have gone to Minneapolis with the hundreds of clergy from every faith community who were present, witnessing, protesting and praying.
May we each find the strength to contribute to halting the oppression of the immigrants, the needy, the non-whites in this alleged Land of Liberty.