If You Want Something Done Right...

If you had a time machine and could go back to any moment in history, where would you go?

Some would choose Creation. Was it a Divine act or cosmic explosion? Others would stand at Sinai, hoping to witness revelation firsthand.

In the spirit of the holiday, I would choose one moment above all: Keriat Yam Suf, the splitting of the sea. Drama. Terror. Faith. Redemption. And, as the Midrash tells us, a level of Divine revelation so intense that even the greatest prophets could not match it. It must have been breathtaking.

Here’s the problem: What actually happened?

The Torah gives us a clear, almost orderly narrative. The people panic. Moshe prays. God responds, “Why do you cry out to Me? Speak to the Children of Israel and let them travel.” Moshe raises his staff. The sea splits. The people walk through. The Egyptians drown.

Clean. Structured. Predictable.
And then comes the Midrash and everything becomes far less orderly.

The sea does not split immediately. The people hesitate. They argue. They debate. Some say, “I’ll go first.” Others say, “No, I will.” Still others say, “Not me.” It’s a moment of confusion, of paralysis, of talk. Until one person acts.

That person, as we all know, is Nachshon ben Aminadav, the prince of the tribe of Judah. He doesn’t deliver a speech. He doesn’t organize a committee. He doesn’t wait for consensus. He just walks into the water. But nothing happens. He goes deeper - waist-deep, chest-deep, the water reaches his neck…his lips…his nostrils…and only then does the sea split.

If you want something done right, sometimes you have to do it yourself.

It is striking that the Torah never mentions Nachshon in this moment. Not a word. Officially, the miracle happens through Moshe, through Divine command. But the Rabbis insist on telling another truth: Behind the miracle of the splitting of the sea stands the courage of an individual who acted when no one else would.

The Torah tells the story of God’s power. The Midrash tells the story of human responsibility. And the second story is harder to live.

Perhaps that is why Nachshon’s role is hidden in the text but preserved in our tradition. If the Torah had told us explicitly that one man stepped forward and split the sea, we might think it’s easy. We might imagine ourselves in his place, confidently striding into the waves. But it’s not easy. It’s incredibly difficult to be the one.

There’s a famous scene in Monty Python's Life of Brian where a leader declares, “You are all individuals!” The crowd responds in unison, “We are all individuals!” Except for one voice: “I’m not!”

It’s funny because it’s true.
It’s easy to say we value individuality. It’s much harder to actually live it.

At the sea, there was no shortage of voices. There were opinions, intentions, even declarations of willingness, but only one person translated words into action. Nachshon didn’t wait for perfect clarity. He didn’t wait for guarantees. He didn’t wait for someone else to lead. He moved.

The Lubavitcher Rebbe taught that Nachshon understood something essential: God wanted the Jewish people to move forward toward Sinai. There was a sea in the way. So, he entered the sea.

That is the enduring message of the seventh day of Pesach.

We often wait for consensus, for permission, for the perfect moment. We talk, we plan, and we agree in principle. But seas do not split because of good intentions. They split because of action.

The challenge of individuality is not philosophical; it is practical. It is found in the moments when we are called upon to step forward while others hesitate. In our religious lives, our communities, our families, and our personal growth, we are constantly standing at the edge of some sea.

We ask: Who will go first? Nachshon answers: You.

Our tradition gives us countless opportunities to take that step, to stop being part of the chorus and become the voice, to stop discussing and start doing. In big moments and small, we are invited to act, to define ourselves, to move forward. Not just to believe. Not just to support. Not just to offer thoughts and prayers. But to step in.

To do; not just donate. To engage; not just endorse. To act; not just agree.

Pesach begins with the journey to freedom. It ends with a challenge: move. Because sometimes, if you want something done right…you have to jump in yourself. And if we do take that first step into uncertain waters, we just might split the sea.

Still Leaving Egypt

The Exodus happened in an instant, but the journey to freedom takes much longer than one night. 

Yes, it all starts in a big rush - matzah on our backs, doors flung open, a people rushing toward freedom. (We’ve all seen the movie!) But the initial journey stretches for forty years. Freedom, it turns out, is not a moment. It is a process. 

It's a long process.

We left Egypt quickly. But Egypt did not leave us so quickly.

The Torah’s name for Egypt, Mitzrayim, shares a root with meitzarim, narrow straits, constraints, confinements. Egypt was not only a place; it was a mindset. A set of internal limitations that told a people who they were - and who they could never become. To truly be free required more than crossing a border. It requires transcending those inner boundaries. 

We all need Yetziat Mitzrayim, to exit those boundaries. And that is a much longer journey. 

This year, that journey feels heavier. We are not just telling the story of difficult departures. We are living them. In recent weeks, Israelis have found themselves on bewildering, circuitous journeys just to get home for Pesach - flying east to go west, crossing into Jordan or even Egypt, retracing ancient paths in reverse just to find a way forward. Back to Egypt…in order to make it to the Seder to experience leaving Egypt!

Layered on top of this are the meitzarim we feel everywhere: the strain of the war with Iran, the disruption of normal life, and the rising tide of antisemitism across the globe. A quiet, persistent unease has settled in. We feel it. And into that feeling, we sit down at the Seder and declare: “Ha lachma anya…This is the bread of affliction…Now we are slaves; next year we will be free.”

It’s a striking declaration. We are not slaves, and yet we say we are. Perhaps the Haggadah is teaching us something essential: We cannot understand freedom without confronting its opposite. We cannot appreciate expansiveness unless we have felt constriction. We cannot become free if we do not recognize the ways in which we are still confined. 

“Now we are slaves” is not a statement of fact. It is a statement of awareness that there are still parts of us that are not yet free. And that awareness will help set us free. 

Few embody this truth more powerfully than Natan Sharansky. As a Prisoner of Zion in the Soviet Union, he spent nine years in brutal imprisonment, repeatedly threatened with death. Yet, he insisted that he was the free one. During interrogations, Sharansky recounts telling anti-Soviet jokes to his captors. 

One of his favorites was how Leonid Brezhnev, the Soviet leader known for his arrogance, crudeness, and senility, demanded that Soviet cosmonauts outdo the American astronauts who landed first on the moon by rocketing to the sun. Wouldn’t that be impossible as they would be incinerated? Brezhnev reassured them it would be ok as they would make the attempt at night…

They wanted to laugh but were too afraid. Sharansky said to them, “You cannot even laugh when you want to laugh, and you want to tell me that I’m in prison and you’re free?”

Sharansky modeled that freedom is not defined by our external conditions. It is defined by our inner world - our identity, our convictions, our sense of self. He reflected that it was precisely his Jewish identity that gave him that inner freedom. That connection to a people, a history, and a destiny allowed him to transcend even a prison cell. As he put it, identity gave him the strength to become free even in a Soviet prison.

The deeper message of Pesach is we did not just leave Egypt and then become a people. We left Egypt by becoming a people. Freedom and identity were born together. A Jew who knows who they are - who is rooted in the past and committed to the future - is not easily confined. Not by circumstance. Not by fear. Not by the shifting currents of history. When our identity weakens, so does our sense of freedom.

The wilderness was not a detour. It was the training ground. Because slavery, for all its cruelty, has a certain predictability. Freedom is far more demanding. It requires us to step into the unknown, to take responsibility, to choose who we will be. Again and again, the Israelites faltered. They complained. They longed to return. Because it is easier to live in Mitzrayim than to transcend it.

Our challenge this Pesach is not only to remember that we left Egypt but to ask ourselves: What Egypt still lives within us? What fears still narrow our sense of possibility? What pressures make us hesitate to live fully, proudly, courageously as Jews? What parts of our identity have we muted in the name of comfort or acceptance?

This year, we have seen Jews crossing borders, navigating uncertainty, determined to get to a Seder. In Israel, the Seder will likely be celebrated alternating between the dining room and the bomb shelter. There is something deeply powerful in that image. It is messy. It is uncomfortable. It is uncertain. And yet beneath it all is a quiet, stubborn insistence: We will get there.

That is the Jewish story. Not that the road is easy, but that we keep moving. Not that we are untouched by fear, but that we are not defined by it.

“Now we are slaves; next year we will be free.”

This year, perhaps, we understand those words more deeply. Freedom is not a given; it is something we must choose. Something we must cultivate. Something we must fight for externally and also internally. We must break through the meitzarim to reclaim our identity. We must live not as a people constrained by the moment but as a people shaped by redemption.

We are still leaving Egypt. Our existence is a journey, and, with God’s help, we are still on our way.

The Shalshelet: Hesitation, History, and Strength

It happens every time.

The baal koreh begins the word…and then he pauses. Not a mistake. Not a slip. A hesitation. 

The sound stretches. It wavers. It rises and falls, as if unsure where it wants to land.

The room shifts slightly. People look up. Even those only half-listening suddenly hear something different. They may not know its name, but they feel it. The note lingers longer than expected - almost uncomfortably so - before finally resolving.

That note is called the shalshelet. And it is one of the most emotionally honest sounds in the entire Torah. Rare - appearing only four times in the Torah, it is impossible to miss. Its sound stretches, trembling, rising and falling in a drawn-out musical struggle.

The shalshelet is not just a note. It is a commentary. The Torah is not only telling us what happened; it is letting us hear what it felt like.

Our Sages hear something deeply human in the presence of the shalshelet: hesitation. Lot lingers before leaving Sodom. Eliezer pauses as he searches for a wife for Yitzchak. Yosef resists temptation - but not without inner turmoil. And in this week’s parsha, Moshe initiates Aharon into a role he himself will never hold. In each case, the Torah is not merely describing an action. It is revealing a struggle.

The shalshelet is the sound of a person who knows what is right but cannot move forward easily. It is the space between conviction and action, between fear and faith. And yet, every single time, the person moves forward. The hesitation is real, but it does not win.

The word shalshelet means chain. A chain is not a straight line. It is made of links - ups and downs, twists and turns, rises and falls. But each link holds the next. Its strength lies not in its complexity, but in its continuity. So, too, the shalshelet rises and falls again and again. The music mirrors life: fear followed by courage, descent followed by ascent. Judaism does not hide the struggle. It gives it a melody. Struggle is not a break in the chain. It is a link in it.

Rabbi Jonathan Sacks taught that the deepest moments of identity are often born in crisis - when we are torn, uncertain, even conflicted. It is precisely in those moments that we discover who we are. That is the shalshelet.

We are living through a shalshelet moment.

There is the piercing tension of missile alerts. Sirens that send families running, hearts pounding. And then, moments later, the fragile relief of an “all clear.” There is the pain of loss. Lives cut short, homes destroyed, families forever changed. And alongside it, the quiet but growing hope that the sacrifices are not in vain. There is uncertainty on the global stage as Israel joins the US in fighting the murderous Iranian regime. When will it end? What does victory look like? When will be able to fly to and from Israel as usual again? Strategy and morality, power and restraint, deterrence and escalation all pulling in different directions. Decisions that are anything but simple.

Up and down. Fear and faith. Hesitation and resolve. Like the shalshelet, our existence wavers. But the message of the shalshelet is not that great people never struggle. It is that great people struggle and act anyway. Lot leaves. Eliezer proceeds. Yosef resists. Moshe fulfills his mission. The note lingers, but it does not paralyze. More than that, the hesitation gives the action its meaning. A decision made without inner conflict is easy; a decision made despite conflict is transformative.

The shalshelet teaches that moral greatness is forged specifically because of the wavering and existential angst. And there is something more.

The shalshelet is not only trembling; it is majestic. It is the longest, most dramatic note in the Torah because within the struggle is the beginning of triumph. The wavering is not a collapse. It is an ascent. Each rise and fall is part of a larger movement toward resolution. The note does not end in uncertainty. It resolves.

So, too, this moment. We are not at the end of the story; we are in the middle of the note. It may feel prolonged. It may feel unstable. But it is not random - and it is not directionless. It is moving.

Hearing the shalshelet reminds us that Jewish history has always sounded like this. A chain across generations - moments that bent but never broke us. From Egypt to exile, from destruction to rebirth, the melody has wavered before it resolved. And the chain has held. Today, once again, we hear that trembling note. But if we listen carefully, we hear more than hesitation. We hear determination. We hear faith. We hear the quiet strength to continue.

The chain is unbroken, and the song - still unfinished - is rising toward its resolution

Opera, Chazzanut, and the Jewish Need to Feel

Some people say they’re bored in shul.

The davening is too long. The chazzan is too slow. The melodies are outdated. (No complaints about the rabbi, though!) But here’s the uncomfortable truth: It’s not the music that changed; it’s us.

Actor Timothée Chalamet recently suggested that opera and ballet can feel boring to modern audiences. His comments caused quite a stir – especially with opera singers and ballet dancers. Yet he wasn’t so much dismissing high culture as he was diagnosing a deeper condition.

Perhaps the issue isn’t the art form; it’s our capacity to enter into it.

We are not bored. We are disconnected. And Judaism was never meant to be experienced from a distance. It demands participation, emotional engagement, and, ultimately, intimacy.

There was a time when chazzanut was not something you listened to. It was something you entered. The drawn-out notes and the rising and falling melodies weren’t merely aesthetic flourishes. They were pathways into the heart. A chazzan elongated a note or sand a falsetto, and people would close their eyes. Today, they check their watches.

We have become spectators of experiences we were meant to live. What once stirred the soul can now feel distant - not because it lost its power, but because we lost our fluency in the language it speaks.

In a world starving for feeling, how can we recapture a sense of closeness?

The Torah’s term for sacrifice - korban - comes from the root karov, to be close. A korban was not about giving something up; it was about drawing near. As Ramban explains, the purpose of korbanot was to awaken the heart of the person bringing them. Watching the offering, one was meant to feel this is very personal. It was a visceral, emotional encounter that stirred introspection, humility, and ultimately, connection to God. The sights, the sounds, the gravity of the moment were designed to awaken something within.

Judaism has never been satisfied with dry observance. It calls for the heart.

Few articulated this need more powerfully than Rabbi Kalonymus Kalman Shapira, the Piaseczno Rebbe of the Warsaw Ghetto. Writing in the shadow of unimaginable darkness, he taught that the human soul is wired for emotion:

“The human soul loves to feel. Not only in relation to joy, but it loves the emotional experience, even of sadness and crying. People love to see horrific sights and hear terrible stories to the point of tears just to feel emotional.”

The Rebbe went on to note that if we don’t find elevated ways to feel, we will seek diminished ones. The craving for emotional intensity doesn’t disappear; it gets redirected.

This insight feels uncannily contemporary. In a world of constant stimulation, people binge stories, chase outrage, and scroll endlessly - not always for information, but for feeling. We want to laugh, cry, and be stirred. The Piaseczno Rebbe is telling us that this emotional hunger is holy, but it must be guided.

Why does being in shul or davening sometimes fail to move us? Because too often, we approach it as spectators rather than participants. We evaluate the chazzan, critique the tune, or calculate time remaining. We stand outside the experience. But emotional connection cannot be outsourced. The Rebbe emphasizes that it is not any specific melody that unlocks the soul; it is the willingness to enter into the emotional state itself:

“Not only with a tune of broken heartedness, but also with a joyous song…sometimes a person cries during a happy tune…sometimes dances to the somber tune of Kol Nidrei…”

A genuine experience is not performance. It is found in immersion.

Perhaps Chalamet’s critique is less about opera and more about us. We have lost the patience - and perhaps the courage - to let ourselves be carried by something slow, unfamiliar, and emotionally demanding. But Judaism insists that is precisely where connection lies. To daven is not to endure a service; it is to offer oneself. To sing is not to produce sound; it is to reveal the soul.

The Piaseczno Rebbe even suggests a simple, radical practice. Sing quietly to yourself at home. Not for anyone else. Not even for beauty. Just to awaken the inner world that longs to be expressed.

We live in a time of profound distraction - and profound longing. People may say they are bored, but beneath that boredom is often a deeper ache: to feel something real. The right response is not to abandon depth for brevity, or tradition for trend. It is to rediscover how to engage.

If the problem is disconnection, the answer is not shorter davening or better performance. It is deeper participation. We need to stop observing and start participating. Don’t evaluate the davening. Enter it. Even for a moment.  Try singing a little more. Not so people can hear you, but because the soul needs expression. Slow down even for one moment of the prayers. Choose one beracha, let it land, and make it mean something personal. Create emotional space at home. Sing quietly. Sit with a pasuk. Just feel - without distraction, without pressure.

Whether you like opera or cantorial music or not, we must lean into our emotional and spiritual selves. To step into the davening instead of standing beside it. To sing not as a critic, but as a seeker. To allow the ancient rhythms of Jewish life to do what they were always meant to do. To bring us close. Karov.

At our core, we are not just looking to be entertained. We are looking to be moved. The question is not whether the music still works. The question is whether we are ready to listen - not just with our ears, but with our souls.

Dynamic Duos: The Power of Partnership

Batman and Robin.
Ruth and Gehrig.
Bert and Ernie.
Moshe and Aharon.
Simon and Garfunkel.

Who do you think of when you hear the term dynamic duo?

Some of the greatest achievements in history belong not to individuals but to pairs. Two personalities, two skill sets, working together to accomplish something larger than either could alone.

The Torah understood this long before comic books, baseball legends, and rock stars.

When God commands the construction of the Mishkan, the most sacred project of the desert, He does not appoint a single architect. Instead, the Torah introduces a partnership: Betzalel ben Uri and, alongside him, Oholiav ben Achisamach.

Betzalel is described as a once-in-a-generation talent, filled with divine wisdom, understanding, and knowledge in every form of craftsmanship. If anyone could have led the project alone, it was him. But the Torah insists otherwise. The Mishkan, the dwelling place of God among the Jewish people, would be built through partnership.

The contrast between the two leaders is striking. Betzalel comes from the prestigious tribe of Yehudah, the tribe of kings. Oholiav comes from Dan, a tribe descended from one of Yaakov’s handmaids and considered less prominent. Yet the Torah repeatedly pairs their names together, reminding us that sacred work is never meant to be accomplished alone.

This idea becomes the foundation of Jewish intellectual life.

Torah is rarely studied alone. Instead, it is learned in chavruta, two partners sitting across from one another, questioning, challenging, and refining each other’s thinking. Some of the most famous relationships in the Talmud are partnerships. The legendary debates between Rabbi Yochanan and Reish Lakish pushed each other to deeper insight. When Reish Lakish died, Rabbi Yochanan could no longer function as a scholar. The friction that once sharpened his thinking had disappeared. The same dynamic shaped the debates of Hillel and Shammai and later the discussions between Abaye and Rava.

Jewish wisdom grows through dialogue. Truth emerges when voices meet.

The power of partnership does not remain confined to the Beit Midrash. Sometimes it shapes the course of history itself. Today we are witnessing an extraordinary alliance between Israel and the United States as they confront the threat posed by Iran.

Recent coordinated military operations have involved shared intelligence, joint planning, and synchronized strikes between the two countries. Some Israeli officers have even referred to the current conflict as a “war in English,” reflecting the unprecedented level of operational coordination between the two militaries. In January, the Pentagon described Israel as a “model ally.” The Jewish State does not ask the United States to fight on its behalf. It demonstrates both the willingness and the ability to defend itself independently and is therefore deserving of unequivocal support.

Two nations. Different strengths. One mission. Just as Betzalel and Oholiav combined their talents to build the Mishkan, alliances today allow partners to accomplish what neither could achieve alone.

Partnerships like these do not appear magically. They require intention, attention, and effort. God commanded Betzalel and Oholiav to work together. Hillel and Shammai developed a connection despite disagreement. The US-Israel relationship wasn’t always complementary. It required effort on the part of communal leadership and individual initiative to bring our two countries together. The relationship may seem inevitable and indispensable, but strong partnerships are never automatic. They must be built deliberately.

Most of us will never command armies or construct a Mishkan, but each one of us can be part of a dynamic duo. If Betzalel and Oholiav teach us anything, it is that meaningful achievements rarely happen in isolation. We are also able to cultivate stronger partnerships in our own lives.

We can find a chavruta. Torah was designed to be studied through conversation and challenge.

We should seek people who think differently. Great partnerships are rarely made of identical personalities. The most productive collaborations often come from complementary strengths.

We need to try and elevate others. The Mishkan was not built by two people alone. Betzalel and Oholiav inspired an entire nation to participate.

We must stand together in difficult moments. Partnerships are tested not when things are easy, but when the stakes are high.

Thousands of years ago the Torah introduced a simple but powerful idea: sacred work is built through partnership. Betzalel and Oholiav built the Mishkan together. Chavruta partners build Torah together. Allies stand together in moments of global challenge. And each of us can build alliances that strengthen our lives, our communities, and our world.

Because sometimes the most powerful force in history is not a single hero. It is two people - or two nations - standing side by side.

The Road to Victory is Paved with Patience

Many of us have done it in the last few days.

Refreshing news sites every few minutes, scrolling through social media feeds, checking multiple sources hoping that this outlet will have the inside information that all the others somehow missed.

In times of crisis, particularly during war, our need to know what’s next becomes almost compulsive. How many missiles remain? What’s the end game? When will there be a ceasefire? We are all invested in what is going on. We love Israel! We have friends and relatives in Israel. We have Pesach plans. Maybe we have weddings there this summer…

The headlines and soundbites come fast and furious. We hear voices insist that the effort against Iran is doomed to fail. Others claim there is no strategy. Commentators speak with great confidence about outcomes that nobody truly knows. The reality, however, is far more complex. The fight against evil - especially an entrenched and dangerous regime - is rarely quick or simple. It requires resolve, courage, and something our modern culture often lacks: Patience.

Patience is not merely a personality trait. It is a Jewish virtue.
“A person should always be patient like Hillel and not impatient like Shammai.” (Shabbat 30b)

The Gemara illustrates this through a remarkable story about Hillel the Elder. A man once wagered that he could provoke Hillel into anger. He repeatedly knocked on the door and interrupted Hillel on a busy Friday afternoon with insulting and absurd questions. Each time, Hillel calmly wrapped himself in his robe, greeted the man respectfully, and patiently answered. After several attempts, the provocateur finally exploded in frustration: “Are you Hillel, the Nasi of Israel? If so, may there not be many like you!” “Why?” asked Hillel gently. “Because I lost four hundred zuz betting I could make you angry!” Hillel replied calmly that it was better the man lose his money than that Hillel lose his patience.

It is easy to be patient in theory. It is much harder when the pressure is real.

The Hebrew word for patience is savlanut. Interestingly, it shares a root with sevel, suffering, and sivlot, burdens. Patience is not pleasant. It is not passive relaxation. It is often difficult emotional work. It means enduring uncertainty. It means tolerating discomfort. Sometimes it means carrying a burden we would much rather set down. But that is precisely why patience is a virtue.

Patience – or the lack of patience – may also explain the oddity known as Jewish time.

An old Jewish joke asks: Why are Jews always late? It all began when they were waiting for Moshe to come down from Har Sinai. They kept checking their watches to see if the forty days were finished. Their anxiety grew, and their impatience led to panic and eventually to the sin of the Golden Calf. Part of atoning for that mistake, the joke suggests, is that Jews stopped looking at their watches ever since. Hence, Jewish time was born…

It’s humorous, but it contains a profound truth. Impatience can lead to terrible decisions.

Modern culture thrives on immediacy. Everything is instant: news updates, social media reactions, political judgments. But Jewish history unfolds on a different clock. Rabbi Yehuda Amital, the founding Rosh Yeshiva of Yeshivat Har Etzion, used to note how many movements use the word “Now.” Peace Now. Moshiach Now. He understood the longing behind those slogans, but he would gently urge perspective. After all, he had survived the Holocaust and later fought in Israel’s War of Independence. During the Shoah, he could never have imagined that he would one day fight in the army of a sovereign Jewish state.

History can turn, but it rarely turns overnight.

Jewish tradition teaches this perspective clearly. “Do not be contemptuous of any person and do not dismiss any thing, for every person has his moment and everything has its place.” (Pirkei Avot 4:2) “Everything has its time.” (Kohelet 3:1)

The defeat of evil rarely happens instantly. The story of Megillat Esther unfolded over years of hidden developments before the sudden reversal that we celebrated on Purim. From the inside of history, events often appear chaotic and confusing. Only later do we see the pattern.

When Moshe asked God to reveal His ways, God responded that a human being cannot see the divine plan while it is unfolding. Only “achorai,” from behind, looking backward, can we begin to understand. This does not mean we stop caring about what is happening. Far from it. But it does mean shifting our focus. Instead of obsessively refreshing news sites trying to predict the future, we can focus on what is within our control. We can pray for the safety of our brothers and sisters in Israel, the IDF, and the American armed forces. We can support efforts to assist those impacted by these hostilities. We can increase our Torah study and mitzvah observance. We can strengthen and comfort those who are anxious or afraid.

Moshe Rabbeinu led the Jewish people through the wilderness without knowing how every event would unfold. He acted with faith, courage, and commitment to his mission even without having all the answers. Our role is similar. We may not know exactly how the current struggle will end, but we know how we are supposed to respond.

Am ha-netzach lo mefacheid mi’derech aruka - The eternal people do not fear a long road.

We have been around for thousands of years, and we are not afraid to play the long game. We have lived through a long period of exile, experiencing the worst of atrocities, yet we continue to build, waiting patiently for the ultimate redemption. There are steps forward and setbacks, but we know we will be victorious.

Patience does not mean passivity. It means cultivating the ability to work steadily over time. To remain committed even when the results are not immediate. With the twin engines of time and effort, we discover deeper faith, stronger communities, and a richer relationship with God. The fight against evil - whether in ancient Persia, twentieth-century Europe, or the Middle East today - is never easy and never instantaneous. But Jewish history teaches us something remarkable: Patience, faith, and perseverance have carried our people through challenges far greater than any single moment in the news cycle. And with God’s help, they will carry us through this one as well.

Purimfest 1946 and Beyond: Villains, Heroes and Revealing the Courage Within

Nazis on trial in Nuremberg 1946 & freed Israeli hostage Alon Ohel as a 6-year-old

Purim is neither simple nor superficial. 

Beyond the noise of the groggers and behind the masks of celebration lies a profound Jewish struggle: How do we make sense of Jewish history marked by suffering, resilience, and improbable survival? 

The answer lies not in easy explanations or metaphysical certainties, but in Megillat Esther itself. It is more than a Biblical book; it Is a scroll that reveals how meaning is found in the most hidden places. The very name Megillat Esther captures this experience. Megillah - a scroll that also means to reveal. Esther - a name with the root hester, concealment. God’s name is absent from the narrative, yet divine presence peeks through in human courage and timing. The Purim story does not give us a doctrine of history.

Megillat Esther teaches us how to read history as a story of revelation amidst concealment.

One of the most striking “Megillah” encounters between ancient and modern history occurred right after the Holocaust. As Julius Streicher, a principal architect of Nazi antisemitic propaganda, marched to the gallows at Nuremberg on October 16, 1946, he cried out, “Purimfest 1946!” That phrase struck a chord with Jewish memory because it suggests that even the villains of history sense the power of the Purim narrative. Streicher had pored over books about Purim, marked passages about Haman, and twisted the ancient story into propaganda. At his death, his cry revealed not triumph, but the haunting recognition that Jewish history would not be extinguished.

“Purimfest 1946” invites us to read Jewish history like a Megillah. We see villains in every generation: Haman in Shushan, Nazis in Europe, Hamas today. They are the enemies we dread, the forces that seek to end Jewish life and memory. Yet, like Haman, their downfall becomes part of our story, a painful but undeniable pattern of survival.

Rabbinical commentators found coded allusions to future judgment and justice in the Megillah. The small letters taf, shin, and zayin are written in the scroll within the names of Haman’s ten sons being hung. These letters have the numerical value corresponding to the year Streicher was executed – 5707/1946. A coincidence or a connection between the Haman’s ten sons and ten Nazis hanged two millennia later.

Certainly, we are justified in drawing parallels. But Purim does not reduce history to symbols or secret codes. The real lesson of Megillat Esther is that patterns in history do not replace human responsibility; they invite us to find meaning while resisting simplification.

The Purim story is not only about villains. It is equally about heroes whose courage and moral clarity reveal something hidden in history.

U.S. Army Master Sergeant Roddie Edmonds will be awarded the Medal of Honor this coming Monday, Purim Eve, for protecting Jewish soldiers in a German POW camp during World War II. When commanded by a Nazi officer to separate the Jewish prisoners from the others, Edmonds refused, declaring, “We are all Jews here.” He stood between evil and the vulnerable, saving countless lives at great personal risk. Edmonds is a Purim hero, a modern-day Mordecai. He did not seek honor; he acted with steadfast righteousness.

Roddie Edmonds’ courage reveals something essential. Heroes in the Jewish story often emerge not from extraordinary power, but from ordinary people who choose moral courage over cowardice. Our age, too, produces its own Purim heroes - not only on battlefields but ordinary people facing down extraordinary situations. 

Last year, musician John Ondrasik, best known as Five for Fighting, released a new version of his hit song "Superman" dedicated to the Israeli hostages who were then still being held in Gaza. He wanted to bring more global attention to their ordeal. Ondrasik said the inspiration for the project came from the parallels between the October 7 Hamas attacks in Israel and the trauma Americans experienced on 9/11. "It became very clear that ‘Superman’ should be the song," he said. "With the history of 9/11, and the fact that, for Israel, October 7 is their 9/11."

When reworking the song, Ondrasik said one image stood out: a childhood photo of hostage Alon Ohel wearing Superman pajamas. "Seeing the picture of him in his Superman jammies as a toddler made it very clear," Ondrasik said. The hostage families’ strength and perseverance over months of unimaginable torment and devastation, often seems superhuman. 

"One does not have to be Jewish to support Idit, her family, Israel. One merely needs to be human, have a heart, have a soul." Ondrasik says he dreamed of being able to play the song with Alon at his side. This Monday, he got his chance. At AIPAC’s Congressional Summit in Washington, Alon accompanied John on the piano to sing “Superman” in front of thousands of incredibly moved pro-Israel activists. 

Ordinary people doing extraordinary things. It’s a modern Purimfest anthem: not a celebration of might, but of human heart, resilience, and solidarity.

The Superman of comic lore is a figure of power, but the Jewish heroes of our day - like Roddie Edmonds or the men and women who risk everything for others - are symbols of power rooted in compassion and in choosing to move forward through the fear. That is the true spirit of Purim: not merely victory, but meaningful victory shaped by courage and covenant.

Purim does not offer a neat theology of history; it invites us into a lifelong pursuit of interpretation, purpose, and action. We celebrate a God Who remains hidden, yet Whose presence is discernible in the courage of the righteous and the survival of the Jewish people against all odds.

Enemies will rise. Villains will plot. History will hurt. But courageous acts - acts of kindness, defiance, and moral clarity - reveal glimpses of divine purpose. That is the hidden meaning we seek in the Megillah. That is why we celebrate Purim not simply as a story of ancient reversal, but as a living tradition that teaches us to read history as a narrative of concealment and revelation, to recognize both the villains and the heroes, and to find in every generation its own Purimfest of ora, v'simcha, v'sasone, vi'yekar  - light, joy, jubilation, and courage. Kein tihye lanu - So may it be for all of us!