Posts by Rabbi Mara Young

Tuesday, February 3, 2026

The NEW Colossus

Lady Liberty - one of the most powerful symbols of our country.

Liberty of course, is her defining feature

Liberty - the hope that was uttered to her in prayer from the incoming migrants


But Emma Lazarus, a Jew, a poet was not so literal. 

Within her poem lies a protest.


Have you ever stopped to think about the TITLE? 

Have you paused on the first couplet before reciting the poem’s most famous lines?


Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command


This statue is NOT Colossus, she says, the brazen giant of Greek fame

The statue of Helios in Rhodes’ harbor, 

built in 280 BC to commemorate the successful defense against military attack.

He stood arrogant, his masculine might exposed, muscle on display

and an earthquake brought him down.


Some records say that the fallen giant was pillaged by Arabs 

and the scrap metal was sold to a “certain Jew”

(You can hear the derision dripping from the pen of the Byzantine historian)


This statue, says Lazarus, is NOT THAT.

She is not here to intimidate - she is here to welcome.

Not cocky, hateful history behind her. 

She looks toward the horizon, 

the moral arc of the universe,

longing.


She is NOT military and conquest,

She is hope, compassion, a MOTHER.


A Mother of EXILES, even.

Not history’s victors. 

If anything, she calls to those who have lost.


Because not all of history’s victors are winners

And its losers are not waste.


In fact, if we follow the horizon, 

the moral arc of history long enough, 

we will see it is the tempest-tossed, 

the tired, the poor, the huddled masses

Who make history,

Who build society,

Who write the poems 

and build the movements.


With her mild eyes, she commands
the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.


You know who had mild eyes? 

Our foremother Leah,

The less loved, the rejected

And yet she too birthed our people.


And so now, a new generation seeks 

what so many others have sought,

To build a life of liberty,

To step through the golden door of possibility.


Whether travelling from far beyond our shores

Or already within our borders

May the most vulnerable be met with compassion.

May protest remain a protected right

May the law of our land be upheld with dignity

And should we need to defend, let us defend with dignity


May every official, every enforcement officer, 

Every citizen and every resident

Live each day in such a way that they can hold their head high

Like Lady Liberty does.


Her torch’s flame possesses lightening

But the lightning is never dispatched. It is restrained.

Because it is not a weapon but a beacon.

It is light.

Light, held—not hurled.

Light that beckons

Light that leads the way.

Dignity, life, shining.

Friday, January 9, 2026

The Start of the Exodus, 2026

"How it started vs. how it's going" is a popular social media trend. You post two contrasting images - one showing the beginning state of something, and one showing the current state of the thing, usually to show a decline or funny change.

The book of Exodus starts off in this manner. How’d it start? Jacob’s family is reunited. They migrate to Egypt to survive famine. They thrive. They multiply. “The land was filled with them,” the text says (Exod. 1:7).

And how’s it going? Well… “A new king arose over Egypt who did not know Joseph.” He fears the Hebrews. He sets taskmasters over them and oppresses the Hebrews with forced labor. They’re forced to build garrison cities for Pharaoh. Life is made bitter and harsh.

So…bad. It's going badly.

But while Exodus opens with a brutal ‘how it started, how it’s going,’ we know the Torah never freezes. We’ll follow our enslaved ancestors out of Egypt and they will begin their desert journey. 40 chapters from now, we will witness them build the Tabernacle, the portable sanctuary where God’s presence dwells among the people.

This is the “how it started, how it's going” we really want to pay attention to. Think about it: Exodus begins with Egyptian oppression, the Israelites being forced to build garrison cities. By the end of the book, they’re still building. But this time, though, they’re not constructing military cities for an egomaniacal king. No, they’re building the Tabernacle. The Mishkan is a dwelling place for the Divine, where the Ten Commandments will rest, where communication with God will occur. The Israelites are building this sanctuary with their own free will and talents. God asks that everyone involved in the construction donate “as their hearts are so moved.” It’ll be made of precious metals and curtains and wood; wildly different from the brick and mortar slave-built cities of these first few chapters of Exodus.

And because the Mishkan is a communal project of authentic love, God’s presence will come to dwell in it - a beacon of light and hope in the midst of the camp. The last line of Exodus is: “For over the Tabernacle a cloud of יהוה rested by day, and fire would appear in it by night, in the view of all the House of Israel throughout their journeys” (Exodus 40:38).

This is God’s emanance appearing to guide the journey. And not just this Exodus journey that we are about to embark upon, but all the journeys our people will take.

The book of Exodus has many morals, but tonight, here at the start of 2026, it is important we highlight the Torah’s insistence that we have the power to shape the future for the better. No matter how terrible this particular moment may seem, bitterness can give way to holiness. Yes, miracles may move the story along, but redemption ultimately begins in our hands.

The book of Exodus is a polemic against futility. You may be chained and beaten, but you need not accept that as an eternal fate. Indeed, the only thing eternal is God.

The Talmud (Sotah 12a) presents a story about these early days in Egyptian slavery. Pharaoh decrees that when the midwives “deliver the Hebrew women, look at the birthstool: if it is a boy, kill him; if it is a girl, let her live.” When the midwives righteously refuse, Pharaoh tries again: charging all his people to make sure that every Hebrew boy that is born shall be thrown into the Nile.

In response to this state-sanctioned terror, a man named Amram, a well respected leader in the Hebrew community, decides the only way to avoid the decree is to stop producing children. He therefore separates from his wife, Yocheved. Others follow his lead, giving into the futility of the situation.

But Miriam, Amram and Yocheved’s young daughter, confronts him. She argues that Amram’s choice is more devastating than Pharaoh’s edict. Pharaoh targeted only boys, she explains. Amram’s decision erases all future children. Pharaoh’s decree threatens life in this world alone; Amram’s forecloses both this world and the world to come. And while Pharaoh’s decree may change or fail, a righteous person’s despair, once acted upon, is certain to shape reality.

Moved by her words, Amram reunites with his wife, the people do the same, and the future of Israel is restored—setting the stage for redemption to begin with Moses’ birth.

Miriam’s logic not only saved our people then, but it can inspire us now. Miriam is called a prophetess, not necessarily because she can see the future, but because she speaks and builds it into being.

Later in the story, when the Israelites flee through the parted Sea of Reeds, Miriam and the women will sing and dance with their timbrels. We have to ask: of all the things they brought, why their timbrels? They didn’t even have enough time for their dough to rise but they had enough time to grab their handrums?

They did this, the rabbis say, because they knew there would be a miracle. They knew there would be a time to celebrate. Miriam and the women knew they’d be singing songs of praise, so they put their timbrels at the top of liberation’s packing list.

So how about we do the same?

Rabbi Jonathan Sacks wrote: “One of the most important distinctions I have learned in the course of reflection on Jewish history is the difference between optimism and hope. Optimism is the belief that things will get better. Hope is the belief that, together, we can make things better. Optimism is a passive virtue, hope an active one. It takes no courage to be an optimist, but it takes a great deal of courage to have hope.”

It’s the beginning of the book of Exodus, it’s Jan 2026. How’s it starting? It’s a mixed bag. Where’s it going? Well, that’s up to us. Let’s be brave, let’s make it not just a year of wandering, but a year of wondering, of dreaming, of building a sanctuary of well-being for ourselves, our families and all humankind. Amen.

Friday, December 19, 2025

Hanukkah Hope

Doughnuts, latkes…Hanukkah is all about oil! That’s because back in the day, lamps were not lit by candles but by olive oil. And indeed, that is the so-called miracle of Hanukkah - that when the Maccabees rededicated the temple and lit the holy menorah, they thought they only had enough holy oil for one day, but it lasted, miraculously, for eight days.

Oil was a precious commodity back in ancient times. It was used for everything - lighting, cooking, purifying, healing. Oil provided warmth, sustenance and light. Oil production and availability, meant culture, life, and communal vitality.


Ancient olive oil production is not too different from today, just with less mechanical tools. Here’s a crash course, should you want to become an olive oil producer:


  • Olives are crushed (with stone presses or by foot).

  • The pulp is pressed to release oil.

  • The oil is skimmed off and kept in vats.


Back in the day, only a very special, clear oil was used in sacred service at the Temple in Jerusalem, hence why there was only one little cruse of oil that could be used to light the menorah and rededicate the temple.


But this miracle we talk about? The 8 days? It makes a nice story, but I personally don’t think it gets to the real heart of the holiday. Tonight, I want to suggest to you that the true miracle of Hanukkah does not have to do with the oil’s ending, that is the miraculous lighting, but rather the oil’s beginning…that is, the pressing.


Like the Maccabees of 165 BCE, we Jews of 2025 CE feel like we are being pressed on all sides by anti-Jewish politics and anti-Jewish violence. We feel the foot of hatred and the stone press of despair bearing down upon us. It is hard to keep our spirits from being crushed.


And yet, 2200 years ago, the Maccabees were in a similar situation. They were oppressed, beaten and silenced, but their spirits were not crushed. In fact, in all the centuries between then and now, with all the trials and tragedy, the spirit of the Jewish people has not been crushed. Whether it be in the Maccabees’ caves, the secret study halls, or in the terror tunnels where our people have been held hostage, we have found ways to kindle light. Whether it be a physical or spiritual prison we have been thrust into, we have always sought the light of hope and we access this eternal flame, this perpetual hope, anytime we turn our hearts to each other…much like we have done tonight.


Writer Sarah Tuttle-Singer reflects: “Judaism is not only belief; it is practice under pressure. It is community created in impossible places. A circle formed in a tunnel. A flame lit not because it will save you, but because it reminds you who you are…that in a hellscape meant to erase [us], [the martyrs of our people have always made a] small Jewish room, and let light enter.”


“Judaism is not only belief;  it is practice under pressure.” We are the oil! We are the agents of light and life produced under oppressive circumstances. Our existence is a miracle! Our gathering tonight is a miracle. Each one of you is a miracle.


So tonight I pray: Eternal Light of the Universe, “for the miracles and for the wonders and for the mighty deeds and for the salvations and for the victories that you wrought for our ancestors in their days and in this day, we give thanks and to praise your great name.” Reveal within this oppressive world a hidden love. Help us to find that last little cruse of hope. Awaken within us the strength to again shine bright, as an example to one another and to the world. Amen.

Friday, December 12, 2025

Cloud Dancer, Dream Interpreter - Parshat Vayeshev

I’m not sure if you heard, but Pantone announced their color of the year. Pantone has been announcing a color of the year since the year 2000, with the color that year being Cerulean Blue.

Who ordained Pantone to make such a determination? Well, Pantone of course. And does it really mean anything at the end of the day? No, not really.

That said, each year’s color is meant to capture a mood or theme in global culture. As an armchair anthropologist, I’m intrigued by the conceptual enterprise afoot here. That’s because design, aesthetics, color…it all speaks to the zeitgeist. It reflects who we are now and our collective dreams for our future.

So, what is it? What is the COLOR OF THE YEAR?! The Pantone color of 2026 is called…Cloud Dancer. That’s right, Cloud Dancer. Also known as…white.

Cloud Dancer, according to Pantone, is “a whisper of tranquility and peace in a noisy world. Cloud Dancer encourages true relaxation and focus, allowing the mind to wander and creativity to breathe, making room for innovation.”

Ok, so it’s not just white. It’s “day spa” white. It’s “yoga studio” white.

As you can probably guess by my tone, Cloud Dancer…aka white…was not received well. More than any other year, it sparked outrage, humor and just a whole lot of “huh?’s.

Some critics called the choice offensively tone-deaf. In a time when DEI initiatives are being dismantled and “White Nationalism” is holding the megaphone, some are saying, “white…really?”

That’s just one perspective, though. In a humorous, but not unserious conversation, the Style editors at the NYTimes reflected on the choice:

ALEX VADUKUL: Cloud Dancer. What’s going on there? Sounds like a 1980s one-hit wonder track.

CALLIE HOLTERMANN: This white, in particular, strikes me as a little flavorless. It’s the color of cottage cheese and dental floss, of marshmallows and AirPods. It reminds me of the clothes I put on when I’m in a rush and the foods I eat when I have a stomach ache.

The internet was quick to ask an even more important question: is white even a color?

Well, when you do a little digging, you find the answer is no…and yes.

First, artistically speaking, white is not a color because it indicates the absence of pigment. Pigments absorb some wavelengths and reflect others. White reflects almost all visible light, making it the absence of color.

That said, white gets used as a color and the brain perceives it as such. That’s because when it comes to physics and light, white is in fact a color. That is, white is what happens when all wavelengths of visible light combine. It’s the sum of all the colors, the whole rainbow combined.

With this definition, white isn’t just a color, it’s a SUPER color.

Not only that, symbolically, white is not as bland as we think. One of the NYTimes editors (Vanessa Friedman) rightfully argues that “White is a color replete with meanings.” Think about the white dove of peace, the baptismal gown, the wedding dress, the white T-shirt. In some Asian countries, white means mourning.

So can it be that Cloud Dancer defines our moment? Maybe! In such a dark, broken world, the lightness of white or the promise of a blank slate feels alluring, almost comforting; like a huge exhale and a wiping away of the disasters that permeate our everyday lives and the global reality. It’s the potential to start over.

And maybe Pantone was onto something with such a Rorschach test of a color this year, because the minute they put it out there, we heaped all kinds of anxieties and pre-conceptions onto its blank canvas. Turns out we can’t let anything breathe these days. Maybe that’s the deeper point.

If nothing else, the Cloud Dancer controversy reminds us how powerfully symbols can shape us. A color is never just a color; a garment is never just a garment.

That truth comes into sharp focus in this week’s parashah, Vayeshev. This is the portion in which Jacob gives his favorite son Joseph a special tunic, or k’tonet. The gift inspires jealousy within Joseph’s brothers, and their contempt pushes the story forward toward potential fratricide.

The tunic is described as “k’tonet passim,” passim being a word of uncertain meaning. Now, if you believe Andrew Lloyd Weber and Tim Rice, the k’tonet passim was in fact an Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, a name that reflects the bright, cinematic color palettes of the late 60’s and the Broadway stage. That was a cultural moment of bold art and experimentation and it got appropriately layered onto Joseph’s tunic.

But the garment as described in Torah? Probably not so technicolor. “Passim” is likely connected to the Biblical word for the palm of the hand. This seems to indicate that the tunic was embroidered, or handwoven, in an ornate, distinctive way. Was it stripped? Colorful? The sages are unsure but posit each of those ideas.

The Legends of the Jews has a particularly surprising take on the tunic that defies our technicolor expectations, using the “palm” as its source of inspiration. The story goes that, “as a token of his great love for Joseph, Jacob gave his favored son a coat of many colors, so light and delicate that it could be crushed and concealed in the closed palm of one hand.” Think: like a veil. Gossamer and delicate, unmoored by the grittiness of the world; a tunic fitting for royalty.

But, according to tradition, this was Jacob’s first parenting mistake. While Jacob sought to honor his son with such a beautiful garment, he was also holding him back. Such a coat would elevate his status, but it would also prevent authentic, brotherly connection.

Because Joseph’s family wasn’t royalty. They were shepherds. His brothers were rough and tumble men of the field; men who would run, jump, and playfully wrestle around with one another. They would sit around a campfire together swapping stories and jests. But Joseph, in his delicate, ornate tunic couldn’t do any of those things. The fabric would be too brittle, too prone to snag and ruin. The garment was too precious. And indeed, in Jacob’s mind, Joseph, the beloved son of Jacob’s favorite wife Rachel, was too precious for these earthly affairs. Yet his personal sensibility impacted the family unit negatively.

For sure, we can understand Jacob’s inclination to honor and protect someone who he loved so fiercely. But the Torah teaches that there’s a danger in that. Our desire to shield those we cherish can become a way of holding them back. It may be that we are shaping them into who we need them to be, rather than who they are.

How often in our own lives do we hold someone up on such a pedestal that we ignore their truth, or make it impossible for them to express their authentic experience of self for fear that it will disrupt our pristine image of them?

How often do we allow our own fear or insecurities to stitch a person in too tightly, holding them back from authentically learning and growing from their mistakes - from the skinned knees and heartaches that actually turn us into more mature, wizened people? How often do we hold them back from meeting new people and ideas that help them grow?

Which brings us back to Cloud Dancer. I’m compelled by the idea that white is a color - a supercolor - the whole rainbow condensed. It’s not a blank slate, it’s not pure or “untainted.” No, it’s all the colors, all the experiences, all the expressions lovingly folded together. It's the sum of all the possibilities.

In mystical texts like the Zohar, God’s emanation is light - bright, white light. Not white from lack of knowledge or experience, but white because of ALL the knowledge and experience. White is everything that is possible.

This Shabbat, I find myself returning to that image: white not as emptiness, but as fullness. Not as erasure, but as integration. Not as a denial of the world’s brokenness, but as the spiritual possibility that all our wounds, our wonders, our joys and our contradictions all have meaning and import.

As we head into this week, may we resist the urge to wrap one another in garments and expectations that limit. May we see the full spectrum inside each person we encounter, and even when looking within ourselves. Ken Y’hi Ratzon.

Friday, November 7, 2025

The City's Moral Tone - Parshat Vayera

One of the many powerful narratives in Parshat Vayera is the destruction of Sodom and Gemorrah. You’ve heard of Sodom and Gemorrah - the degenerate ancient metropolises that are utterly annihilated by God through burning sulfur raining from the sky.

Interestingly, if you inverse the fire for water, you’ll see that the cities’ destruction closely parallels the earlier flood narrative. They read similarly.

First, wickedness is endemic to humanity. In the flood narrative, for example, we learn that every single human was corrupt with “every plan devised by the human mind [being] nothing but evil all the time.” In the case of Sodom, Abraham famously bargains with God to save the city if he can find at least 10 good people within it. Yet despite his effort and optimism, it turns out the good can’t even make a minyan.

Then there’s the total deletion of the humans and vegetation in the area. The flood “blots out” all living things on earth while the sulfur rain annihilates all organic material in the Mesopotamian plain.

And finally both narratives share an account of a surviving father and his offspring (Noah and his sons; Lot and his daughters) who commit a terrible sin amid the post-apocalyptic emotional chaos.

It’s almost as if the Sodom and Gemorrah narrative comes to show us that while God vows to not destroy the ENTIRE world again, that won’t stop God from rendering judgement upon SOME of the world and taking appropriate action. Because humans, it turns out, still haven’t learned the lesson of the flood. Not in Sodom’s time, not in ours. No generation is immune from the moral decay that renders creation unstable and worthy of rebuke.

In parshat Vayera, three heavenly messengers depart from Abraham’s home. Abraham, not surprisingly, treated them with dignity befitting a guest. They head to Sodom, where Abraham’s nephew Lot takes them in. He knows how corrupt the city is and assures them it is for their own safety. The text says that the men of the city pursued the messengers, surrounding Lot’s house. They demand that Lot give up the messengers so they can rough them up. When Lot defends his guests, the men of the city mock him as a migrant saying “this guy came here as an alien, and already he acts the ruler to us!” Not only are they thugs - they’re bigoted thugs. Although what generation does NOT go after immigrants and when their power is in jeopardy?

I wonder, though, just who were these guys, these “men of Sodom”? The Hebrew actually refers to them with two names: אַנְשֵׁ֨י הָעִ֜יר אַנְשֵׁ֤י סְדֹם֙. A most faithful translation would say “the men of the city, the men of Sodom.” Linking these two similar designations together, though, the text probably intends to convey all of Sodom’s society, that is, the insignificant people and the influential alike. Turns out station in society doesn’t matter when the mob mentality takes over. Shared hate can be a really helpful glue between disparate people. That too, hasn’t changed.

Ok, so the Torah makes it clear that the whole city was corrupt. As I thought about this, I started to wonder if the “influential people” of the city included the leader of the city. Who was he anyway, and what hand did he play in the corruption and downfall of his city?

To answer that, we have to look back to last week’s parshah.

Torah says that in the days of Abram and his nephew Lot, a great conflict erupted in the Vale of Siddim, a valley near the Jordan River plain. For years, the cities of the plain — including the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah — had lived under the rule of the king of Elam. After thirteen years of tribute, they rebelled. A war ensues, known as the War of the Nine Kings - 5 allied kings against 4 allied kings. Two of those kings belong to Sodom and Gemorrah and they are named by the text: King Bera and King Birsha, respectively.

Bera, the rabbis say, is a name made by combining the words “ben” and “rah” - the son of evil. Berisha, therefore, is a mash up of “ben” and “risha” - the son of wickedness. These two men’s names indicate everything we need to know about them.

In the Talmud (Arachin 17a), the sages note how the demeanor of a people always follows the demeanor of the leader and vice versa, as one rabbi remarked, “The righteousness level of the generation follows the righteousness level of the leader,” while another says: “The level of the leader follows the level of his generation.” They reflect one another.

“But is this always the case?” the rabbis inquire. “Surely we can think of exceptions. Plenty of good people have ruled over scoundrels and plenty of scoundrels have ruled over good people.”

The Gemara clarifies: “What we’re really talking about is harshness and gentleness. One Sage holds that if the leader is harsh, then the generation will be harsh. If the leader is gentle and kind, the generation will be the same. The other Sage holds that if the people of a certain generation are harsh, they will have a harsh leader; if the generation is gentle and kind, the leader will be similar.”

It’s not so much about innate good or bad, the sages teach. It is about the tone. Whether it’s the leader influencing the people or the other way around, the lesson is the importance of creating a moral atmosphere - between leader and constituency and between all members of the citizenry.

The Talmud reminds us that a leader is not only in a position of authority, but their office is a shared reflection of who we are. Whether we’re talking about a king, a president or a mayor, we cannot forget that we are always engaging in an exchange of tone and spirit that shapes the moral temperature of our generation.

Sometimes leaders come along who make us feel hopeful; they champion the needs that have long been suppressed or ignored. Our leaders can also manifest our most base inclinations, inappropriately giving voice to the uglier parts of society. Ultimately, our tradition promotes kindness and inclusivity. Both ends of society, the leader and the people, have a right to ask this of one another.

Enter Abraham, humanity’s new standard-bearer. Abraham’s nephew Lot is the one who echoes Noah’s flaws. Notice how Abraham sets a new tone — not only by becoming the first Jew, but for showing a different way for heroes to engage with society.

Abraham’s narrative demonstrates how he knew when to press and he knew when to observe. He gained the acclaim of the people of the region for being diplomatic, pragmatic, and collaborative. It is important to note though, that even as adept as he was at collaboration and negotiation, he never settles when it comes to staking a claim in what is rightfully his and unapologetically protects his family’s future. That is also of utmost concern to him.

Abraham ultimately cannot save Sodom and Gemorrah. The cities were too entrenched in the old human tropes. What he does do, though, is show us there is another way forward.

So when a leader arises with whom we agree strongly or with whom we have major opposition, we must return to Abraham’s story. We must ask: What is our mission as Jews? What sets us apart? The answer, drawn from Abraham’s life is: We are here to spread kindness, peace, and safety for ourselves and for others.

Like Abraham, we pursue a “good name.” We endeavor to create an atmosphere of confident calm, a willingness to engage, and a commitment to balance our personal needs with the needs of the larger community, never losing the sense that we are just as deserving of protection as others.

Because we are not the children of Bera or Berisha, but the children of Abraham. And we, like Abraham, must pay close attention to what we are worshipping, not being afraid to break out of group-think or the generational norm. Emerson famously said, “A person will worship something, have no doubt about that…That which dominates our imaginations and our thoughts will determine our lives, and our character. Therefore, it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping, we are becoming.”

If, as Emerson said, we become what we worship, then let us continue to worship the ideals Abraham embodied — hospitality, humility, and justice - for his own family and for others. We need not repeat the mistakes of the generations before us. In doing so, we become not the children of the flood, or the children of Sodom, but the heirs of Abraham’s vision for a kinder, steadier world, promoting that ideal in all cities, near and far.

Friday, October 3, 2025

Discerning the Path of Peace - Yom Kippur AM 2025/5786

In a small village in Eastern Europe, long ago, there lived a modest and well-respected rabbi named Reb Shimona. Her town was poor but proud—its people lived by Torah, kindness, and a sense of community that bound them tightly.


One harsh winter, two strangers arrived.


The first was a man named Avner. He was polished, wealthy, and generous. He gave gold to the synagogue, donated warm coats to the children, and paid for a new roof for the beit midrash. The town welcomed him with open arms.


The second man, Yitzchak, arrived days later. He was ragged, rough-spoken, with eyes that had seen too much. He offered no gifts, told no sweet stories—only warnings. "There is danger coming," he said. "A storm of hatred in the world beyond. You must prepare."


But the villagers whispered, “He is bitter, that one. Angry. Suspicious. Perhaps not even truly pious.”


Reb Shimona invited both men to her home, curious.


At dinner, Avner spoke elegantly of tradition, of how charity was a mitzvah, and how he admired the town’s simplicity. But Reb Shimona noticed something: Avner never asked questions—he only gave answers. After finishing his plate, he politely thanked his host and left.


Yitzchak, by contrast, was blunt. He criticized the town’s leaders for ignoring the world outside. He spoke of pogroms in neighboring provinces, and how Jews were being forced from their homes. He begged them to prepare, to seek out trustworthy allies. He listened and counter-argued, and he conversed back and forth with the rabbi deep into the night.


That night, the rabbi dreamed.


She stood before a great scale. On one side stood Avner, golden and glowing, with a smile like honey. On the other stood Yitzchak, dark and burdened, weighed down by sorrow. But when the scale tipped, it leaned toward Yitzchak—not because of weight, but because of truth.


The next morning, Reb Shimona spoke to the town.


“You think good is always soft,” she said. “You think evil is always loud. But listen well: Evil can come dressed in silk, handing you gifts that make you forget how to think. And good can come rough and sharp, forcing you to see what you'd rather not.”


They asked what she meant.


She told them that Avner was a government informer. His "gifts" were bribes to keep the village quiet and complacent, so the authorities could map it, watch it, and later uproot it with ease.


And Yitzchak? A survivor of three destroyed communities—his warnings would eventually save them.


***


Now let me stop you before you get started: there is no specific politician or leader whom I believe Avner represents. 

I have no one particular in mind for Yitzchak. 


When it comes to campaigning candidates, elected leaders, or just “people in power,” it is foolhardy, and frankly, dangerous, to implement a litmus test for determining “who is good for the Jews” and who isn’t. There is no secret checklist of policies or credentials that can reveal a true ally. 


Actually, it takes a willingness to see beyond easy labels; it means ongoing engagement and asking questions. The story urges us to be discerning - 

to detect comforting messages that numb us into dangerous complacency and to acknowledge truths that unsettle us, but can lead to important action. 


Today, I believe this manifests in the Jewish struggle to balance our need for communal safety with moral integrity. We are currently seeking partners who want to find this balance with us. 


It’s feeling harder to find them.


But, more than worrying about any particular person or policy, I am concerned that sometimes we get so lost in the weeds of this deliberation that we forget the lesson the sages and historians have proved time and time again: a weakened society, a crumbling democracy, hurts the Jews just as badly as a direct attack. 


Not once in Jewish history have we been able to hole up and just “wait it out” as the storm brews outside; which means advocating for the Jewish good also means advocating for the greater good. 


The prophets of old knew that a rising tide lifts all ships. Their vision was not only for Jewish survival, but for the flourishing of society as a whole.


Even this morning, we heard Isaiah’s words: “You shall be called the repairer of the breach, the restorer of streets to live in” (58:12). Basically, through our acts of repair, both internally and externally, we bring about our own redemption and the redemption of the world. 


Through the prophet, God declared: “This is the fast I desire: To unlock the fetters of wickedness, and untie the cords of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free; to break off every yoke” (Isaiah 58:6). Isaiah highlights how everyone benefits when systems expand opportunities and barriers are removed. 


And it’s not just Isaiah who preaches this message. Nearly every prophet in our tradition advocates for providing oppressed individuals and groups the tools they need to advance their position in society.


And yet I see this principle being tested in our American democracy today, dangerously weakening the fabric of our society. This is dangerous for all people, including Jews.


I believe this is particularly pronounced in the controversy around DEI. DEI serves as a case study of how noble intentions can become complicated in practice, and how the Jewish community is caught up in between.


Let me start with a quick definition, because DEI is one of those terms that has been bandied around and causes all kinds of feelings. 


DEI is a conceptual framework - it stands for Diversity, Equity and Inclusion. The framework can be applied in various environments, most notably school curricula and workplaces. DEI, by definition, promotes the fair treatment and full participation of all people, including populations who have historically been underrepresented or subject to discrimination because of their background, identity, disability, etc.


In the last decade, progressive Jews took on the call towards these goals with gusto both inside and outside our community. In Jewish spaces, DEI initiatives have provided more hospitable spaces for Jews of Color, LGBTQ+ Jews, women and folks with disabilities. In pursuing this noble goal, we have broadened and deepened the experience of all Jews. 


The Union for Reform Judaism dug in especially, making sure our movement more thoughtfully and authentically speaks to the diversity in our ranks. Our movement also pursued the painful work of exposing the deep misogyny and abuse that has long permeated our seminaries, camps and communal institutions. We haven’t eradicated these injustices completely, but we’ve put them on the run. When we say “all are welcome,” we are closer to actually meaning it.


I’ve been encouraged by these efforts in the public sector as well. Just the other day, my daughter was doing her Social Studies homework. She was learning about our nation’s early history. At the same time she was appreciating the genius of America’s architects, she was also learning about the genocidal violence against America’s indigenous peoples and the lasting effects of our country’s founding on the Native population. The lesson carried the message that we can be proud Americans while also addressing the historical injustice. She was learning how to be a thoughtful reader of history and how to be a proud but conscientious American citizen today.


I notice that because my kids have off school for Diwali, Eid, Lunar New Year and Juneteenth, and because they learn about Pride month in school, they are better equipped than I ever was to appreciate others’ experiences. With this deeper understanding, they are primed to be more effective allies, people who know how to listen across lines of difference and demonstrate respect for others’ needs.


So many positive outcomes. 


But there have been shortcomings as well.


Many of you have brought forward real-life examples of where the DEI initiatives in your schools and workplaces have excluded Jews or demonstrated ignorance on Jewish issues. More often than not, the pain comes from when Jews feel left out of the conversation or ignored when trying to share the Jewish perspective. There is a lack of understanding on how certain platitudes and symbols act as micro- and macro-aggressions toward the Jewish community.


This has us doubting our allies and our place not just in DEI initiatives, but in justice spaces as a whole. These are spaces we very much want to be helpful in.


According to a study by the Jewish People Policy Institute think tank, the pain the Jewish community is experiencing in this area is a data-backed phenomenon. Shlomo Fisher, a JPPI researcher and one of the two authors of [a study on this topic], said: “[We concentrated] on the inner experiences of American Jews, and especially of young people…in connection with university campuses. And what we discovered was that there was — this is a sort of hackneyed phrase — something of a crisis in identity, or at least an issue, a dilemma of identity among [this population].”


The study showed that the main tension came from respondents’ commitments - or non-committments - to Israel and the Jewish people. This often clashed with the views of fellow progressives.


Fisher articulated the view prevalent among these conflicted respondents: 


“I view myself as a persecuted minority who has the moral authority to critique and to promote social justice concerns…and I’m being told that I’m part of a privileged oppressor class that is the very paradigm of colonialism and genocide. So my own self-definition is being contradicted by the outside world, by the other.” “That’s unprecedented,” Fisher reflected, “very unusual.”


This “identity crisis” creates a “get out!” ultimatum: either get out of the justice space or get out of your Jewish space. It’s a false binary, a fabricated fiction that only promotes isolation on all sides.


Let’s be clear: in many cases, I believe we are experiencing benign ignorance. Jews are only 0.2% of the world’s population. Most people simply do not understand Jewish culture, holidays, and the nuanced Jewish connection to Israel. I believe that clear explanations and authentic human connections can clear up many issues. Thoughtful, friendly engagement should always be our first step.


And yet, we cannot ignore the fact that as long as there have been Jews, there have been people who hate Jews for all kinds of perverse reasons.


Whether it’s ignorance or blatant hate, just as folks don’t understand Jews, they also don’t understand anti-Semitism. Thinking about the nature of anti-semitism can help us understand why it so often flies under the radar or gets dismissed, exposing how others can have failed to combat it alongside other forms of discrimination.


Anti-Semitism is a form of hate with its own perverse ideology attached. Anti-Semitism uniquely operates as an insidious lie about Jewish power and control. It is designed to pit communities against one another, erode trust in democratic institutions, and sow societal distrust by fabricating tales about dark money and cabals of vengeful Shylocks. 


Anti-semitism is a conspiracy theory that cycles upon itself, especially when there are consequences for anti-Semitic behavior. Journalist Yair Rosenberg explains that, “when an anti-Semite suffers consequences for falsely claiming that sinister Jews control the world, he can then point to that punishment as vindication of his views. For Jews, this is a no-win scenario: If they stay silent, the anti-Semitism continues unabated; if they speak up, and their assailant is penalized by non-Jewish society, anti-Semites feel affirmed. Heads, the bigots win; tails, Jews lose. This is the cruel paradox that has perpetuated anti-Semitism for centuries.”


And what about the murky swamp at the intersection of anti-Semitism and anti-Zionism? JCPA gives us the honest deal: “Post-October 7th, antisemitic conspiracy theories have surged. Lies about “Jewish” or “Zionist” control have proliferated, continuing to animate broader hate and reinforce democratic erosion.”


JCPA then creates an important distinction: “While critique of Israeli policy is not only fair but important to our democratic discourse, holding Jews collectively responsible for the actions of the Israeli government is antisemitism – period.


As I see it, DEI initiatives and justice spaces are not inherently anti-Semitic, but people can be ignorant of how they sometimes operate that way.


This isn't the only quagmire, though. The rise in anti-Semitism is also attributed to the scourge of White Christian Nationalism, which unabashedly hates Jews. This is a group that is feeling emboldened in their campaign for American dominance.


This is where we need to be particularly vigilant about a related danger that’s lurking. I’m speaking specifically about the curtailing of civil liberties or the dismantling of DEI that is done, ostensibly, in the name of protecting the Jewish community and/or Israel. Using Jews as the scapegoat does little to save us from anti-Semitism. In fact, it just feeds into the vicious anti-Semitic feedback loop.


This is what keeps me up at night. I worry about Jewish safety. I worry about the moral fabric of America. I worry that sometimes those two things seem at odds with one another. 


Which leads to a larger, core question to consider: can we financially support, advocate alongside, and/or collaborate with individuals and groups with whom we share some values yet profoundly disagree with on others? What does allyship, partnership, coming into coalition, mean in these fraught times?


Allyship and partnership cannot mean perfect agreement or unconditional loyalty. Rather, they mean careful discernment — knowing when shared goals justify collaboration, and the clarity about setting boundaries when our dignity or safety is compromised.


Deliberate decisions are vital, because if we rush to run into the arms of one group or another, or tout a particular candidate as “for or against” the Jews, we risk compromising our integrity and/or our security.


Classic Jewish texts grapple with similar issues. For most of history, being a Jew meant being a minority trying to succeed among the majority. Sometimes the governments were favorable, more often they weren’t. Our sages therefore instituted laws to keep us safe -  dividing lines that kept us apart and under the radar. Yet they also understood that we had to work with others to ensure our success.


Avot d’Rabbi Natan embodies this point: “Do not trust in the ruling power, for they draw one close only for their own needs; but nonetheless, seek their welfare, for without them people would swallow each other alive.” 


The sages knew from experience that rulers often welcome Jews when it suits their political agenda, but their embrace is self-interested and temporary. Be vigilant, the sages say, but don’t disengage entirely. Work pragmatically for the health of the society, because that is the only way to guarantee the safety of our people.


Jewish texts clearly prioritize taking care of our fellow Jews first, but our tradition also urges us to look outside of our own community, seeking the welfare of all citizens as not just a way to stay safe, but as part of fulfilling our greater moral obligations as Jews.


The mishna teaches (Gittin 61a) that we should allow the poor of all nations access to the corners of our fields, just as we are commanded to do for our own community. The sages similarly taught that, “One sustains poor gentiles along with poor Jews, and one visits sick gentiles along with sick Jews, and one buries dead gentiles along with dead Jews.” All this is done on account of the ways of peace,” that is, to foster peaceful societal relations. This is known as “darkei shalom.


Darkei Shalom” is a halachic principle that refers to good relations among neighbors. It is conflict avoidant at the same time it provides a proactive recipe for a harmonious society. Jews are obligated to not only work with power players, but to also create systems of compassion and equality within our society, which is, in fact, the Jewish mission at its core.


I still can’t tell you who’s Avner and who is Yitzchak. If anything, they represent the false binary of who or what “is good or bad for the Jews.” As I preached on Rosh HaShanah, now is not the time for absolutism. Now is the time for thoughtful engagement. As you consider political candidates, as you involve yourself in local government and town initiatives, as you consider school budgets and workplace policies, weigh the values and needs of the broader community along with your own.


This isn’t about choosing the side that flatters us most or frightens us the least. It’s about who wants to build the same future we want to build. It’s about true friendship, which demands honesty and compromise.


Not every partner will be perfect. Not every coalition will be easy. Yet if we cultivate darkei shalom—if we insist on peaceful coalitions built on justice and mutual responsbility—then we will not only protect ourselves, but help stitch a fabric of society strong enough to shelter us all. 

Ken Y’hi Ratzon, may these words be worthy of coming true.


Closing

On this Yom Kippur, as we speak the Ashamnu from A to Z, we admit that even if each of us did not commit every wrong, together our community has carried them all. So too, the work of repair cannot rest on one voice alone, but on all of us, standing side by side.

May this day sharpen our discernment, recognizing allies who seek true partnership, resisting those who would use our fears for their gain. Let’s keep our eye on the prize though, showing sincere effort to join with others in building a society where justice and peace shelter us all.

Amen.