Written for week of January 25, 2025
We are living through heartbreaking and dangerous times. The year 2024 was the warmest year on record and the changing climate has brought ever more devastating droughts, floods, storms, and fires. Over 100 million people around the world have been forcibly displaced from their homes due to conflict and violence. Many in our community here in Philadelphia are supporting loved ones who lost their homes in recent days in the LA fires. So much loss, so much vulnerability.
I am struggling with this week’s parasha, Vaera, which recounts the first seven of the ten plagues, the ten devastations performed by the Biblical God on the land and people of Egypt, as part of the plan to liberate the Israelite slaves from the rule of Pharaoh. While many family seders make light of the plagues with plague puppets or toys, this is not child’s play. The plagues are horror upon horror upon horror. What kind of God is this?
In the spirit of Abraham, who argued with God in an attempt to save Sodom and Gemorrah, I appeal to Moses, “Moses, why do you not pause and say to God, ‘Isn’t there another way?’” What would I have done if God invited me to participate in the gruesome drama of the plagues? In preparation for the first plague, God tells Moses to tell Aaron: “Take your rod and hold out your arm over the waters of Egypt—its rivers, its canals, its ponds, all its bodies of water— that they may turn to blood. There shall be blood throughout the land of Egypt, even in vessels of wood and stone.” I would say to God, “No, I will not take part in turning the waters to blood.” The waters are our lifeline. I reject your plan to deepen the separation of “us” versus “them.” There must be another way to free a people from oppression. I cannot follow this kind of God. I believe in a God called Love.
Moses and Aaron didn’t question; rather, they did just as God had commanded. As Exodus 7:20 reports, he lifted up the rod and struck the water in the Nile in the sight of Pharaoh, and all the water was turned into blood, and the fish in the Nile died. The Nile stank so that the Egyptians could not drink the water and there was blood throughout the land.
I would refuse to lift up my rod and would not participate in removing the Egyptians’ access to clean drinking water. I am called to work on purifying the waters and building bridges among the peoples. I imagine seeking out BatYah, daughter of Pharaoh, the adoptive mother of Moses who saved him as a baby from her father’s death decree. We would work together and pray together and grow the love and peace among us.
Since the escalation of the war in Israel-Palestine in October 2023, I have sought out teachers of peace-making. Some say that working towards peace is naive, but I know deep down that we are here to learn to love one another, to honor the humanity in each and every person. I have been blessed to take a series of classes inspired by the diaries of Etty Hillesum. Etty was a young Jewish woman living through the horrors of the 1940’s in Amsterdam, and her writings offer profound wisdom for navigating dark times. These classes are co-taught by Emma Sham-Ba Ayalon, an Israeli rabbi and poet, and Dina Awwad-Srour, a Palestinian writer, creators of the Etty Hillesum cards, who together model a beautiful friendship built on the courage to love one another.
I close with a message of peace and care for all humanity from Etty’s diary: “We shall have to suffer and to share a great deal this winter; let us help one another to bear it: the cold, the darkness, and the hunger. Provided we know at the same time that we have to bear the winter together with the whole of humankind, including our so-called enemies, and provided we then feel part of one great whole, in the realization that we are only one of many fronts scattered all over the world.”
This dvar torah was published in the Philadelphia Jewish Exponent on 1/23/25