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Mar 31, 2025

Messy Holiness: A Call to See and Honor (Vayikra/Trans Day of Visibility)

"Let's Get Messy," Preston M. Smith
Messy Holiness: A Call to See and Honor (Vayikra/Trans Day of Visibility)
Rabbi Menachem Creditor


Vayikra. A new book of Torah begins. A shift from the grand narrative of Shemot, of Exodus, to the detailed, ritual-heavy world of Leviticus. And here we are, at the beginning of Nissan. Pesach is coming. We may not feel ready, but let’s prepare anyway.

Today is also Trans Day of Visibility. And in a world that too often makes it unsafe for our trans siblings to be seen, we will counter that with extra presence, extra light. To our trans friends: we see you. You are created in the image of God. Torah and tradition are yours, just as they belong to every images of the Divine. But today, especially today, we say it out loud.

Which brings us back to Vayikra.

This book is different. Shemot told a story—a painful, powerful story—of degradation, enslavement, and liberation. It was a journey with a clear direction, even through its struggles. But now we enter a different kind of sacred space. The Mishkan has been built. God’s presence is clearer within the community. And suddenly, we are plunged into the intricate world of priestly service, sacrifices, and ritual law.

Many struggle with Vayikra. The blood, the offerings, the precision—it can feel distant, irrelevant. But if we look deeper, we see that Vayikra is about the messiness of life itself. Life is messy. Life is bloody. And the work of holiness is to make meaning within that mess, to find a way to bring order, dignity, and sanctity to a world that often lacks all three.

Today, on Trans Day of Visibility, we must confront the forced invisibilities of our world. Torah calls us to see the unseen. To extend dignity where it has been denied. To refuse the easy comfort of looking away. Vayikra is often read as a book for the priests alone, but that is not true. The priests were entrusted with sacred responsibility, but the laws, the lessons, the call to holiness—those belong to all of us.

The priests worked behind closed doors, ensuring that offerings were made correctly, that blood was handled properly, that the sacred space remained intact. But here’s the truth: holiness was never meant to be contained. It was always meant to flow outward, into the world. And so it must be with us.

To be rendered invisible is to be robbed of life itself. And we, as Jews, know this too well. For 542 days, we have witnessed brutal attempts to erase our pain. We have seen hostages taken, their stories diminished, their humanity denied. We will not allow that to happen. We will not let them be forgotten. And we will not let anyone—trans, Jewish, oppressed, unseen—be erased.

We are here. All of us. And our task is to make sure everyone has the chance to say exactly that.

May we be blessed with the strength to do the messy, sacred work of seeing each other, of honoring each other, of fighting for each other.


First They Came: A Warning Rewritten




First They Came: A Warning Rewritten
Rabbi Menachem Creditor


First they came for the socialists,
and I did not speak out
—because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I did not speak out
—because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I did not speak out
—because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me
—and there was no one left to speak for me.

- Pastor Martin Niemöller


Niemöller was right. By the time a pragmatist realizes that solidarity is their only refuge, it is too late. Standing against tyranny is always the right thing. Standing together is the only way. These words echo across history, reminding us that the failure to act, the failure to speak, is complicity. And yet, even this powerful trope, the now-iconic confession of a man who saw his own silence come back to haunt him, is not immune from distortion. Any historic trope can be abused, conflated, distorted. What does it mean to skip over a complex reality and describe the victim of tyranny as blameless?

The moral landscape of silence and action is not simple. The world does not exist in binaries of good and evil, pure innocence and absolute guilt. We want, desperately, for the oppressed to be faultless, for the persecuted to be beyond reproach. But to demand such perfection is to ignore the reality of human evil, societal frailty, to flatten a complex history into a digestible narrative, to remove agency from those who suffer. And yet, there is danger in the other extreme as well. If in scrutinizing the persecuted in search of imperfection we allow the sins of the victim to justify their suffering, we cross into a different and just as grievous moral failure.

What if Niemöller’s words were rewritten, re-examined, refracted through the moral grayness of our world today? What if his warning included not just those who failed to speak for others, but those who spoke selectively, those who saw persecution but remained silent because they believed, perhaps even rightly, that the persecuted had done wrong?

First they came for the enablers
of those who sought to hurt my community,
and because I was so hurt
and my children so vulnerable to this hatred
and the enablers so unfettered until this point,
I remained silent.

Then they came for the refuge seekers,
but I was not a refuge seeker,
had not been one for a time,
and wished not to become one again,
so I remained silent.

After a time,
my silence was all there was.
Well, that and my dizzied conscience.
But it was quiet, and my children were safer.
For a time.

Here lies the heart of moral injury, the gnawing wound of knowing that the semblance of safety was purchased at the cost of silence. That silence, itself, can be a weapon. It is tempting, always, to prioritize the security of one’s own over the abstract principle of justice. But justice is never abstract. It is lived. It is felt in the hunger of the displaced, the desperation of the forgotten, the broken bones of those who face tyranny alone.

To be human is to wrestle with impossible moral tensions. We are called to stand against oppression, and accountability for hatred and violence is non-negotiable. But we are also called to stand for our values, hard-learned through centuries of the world’s abandonment of the Jews in times of oppression. We are called to be pragmatic, but we are also called to be righteous. And sometimes, these calls contradict one another. Sometimes, standing up means standing in danger. Sometimes, speaking means risking safety. These are difficult moral questions.

But silence is never neutral. Silence is never passive. As Elie Wiesel famously taught, “Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” Yes, the world remains silent in the aftermath of October 7, 2023, the mass murder of 1,200+ Israelis, the documented sexual violence perpetrated by the Hamas terrorists upon hundreds of Israeli women and men, the torture and execution of manacled hostages, and the ongoing mass-hostage crises. Despite brief flashes of solidarity and the occasional statement of support, the world has largely been complicit in Jewish suffering since October 7, compounding the pain with the sense of widespread tacit approval. Silence is a choice, an action, a force that shapes history. The world refuses to acknowledge Jewish pain, with rallies condemning any Israeli response beginning on October 8, 2023, including explicit support of Hamas’ acknowledged goals of murdering Jews and eradicating the State of Israel. This silence is unforgivable. And, in this acknowledgement, we affirm: silence in the face of dehumanization, of societal cruelty is wrong.

The Jewish community deserves better than we have received from our neighbors in our ongoing pain. It has been 542+ days of grief, of trauma, of our sisters and brothers murdered and hidden underground by sadists supported by an unbelievable network of international enablers, some knowing, some misled into brutalizing complicity.

So what is the answer? What is the Jewish way? If the world is complex, if moral purity in a fragile political moment is an illusion, if silence can be sometimes wise and sometimes unwise—where and how do we stand?

We must stand together. Not because we are perfect, but because tyranny does not wait for righteousness to be proven. And so, we must find ways of acting in defense of the universal vulnerability every human being shares, and we must remember that personal safety and human rights are only as strong as a society’s demand that they be respected and enforced.

We must speak, exercising the Divine gift of thoughtful articulation. We must remember to reject silence, not because it is always wrong, but because it is never truly safe.

First they came. And they will come again. The only question is whether we will be ready to stand.

Trans Day of Visibility / Vayikra: Everyone Deserves to be Seen - #Day542 #Broadcast1272 #Vayikra #BringThemHomeNow #UntilTheLastHostage #AmYisraelChai💙

Mar 27, 2025

Pekudei: Mortality and Permanence - #Day538 #Broadcast1270 #Pekudei #BringThemHomeNow #UntilTheLastHostage #AmYisraelChai💙 inspired by Rabbi Tali Adler


Pekudei: Mortality and Permanence - #Day538 #Broadcast1270 #Pekudei #BringThemHomeNow #UntilTheLastHostage #AmYisraelChai💙 inspired by Rabbi Tali Adler

Mar 24, 2025

The Sacred Balance: Building Without Excluding (Pekudei)

The Sacred Balance: Building Without Excluding (Pekudei)
Rabbi Menachem Creditor 


Parashat Pekudei, the final portion of the Book of Exodus, holds both the unsettledness of wandering and the fulfillment of creating sacred space. 

Just this past Shabbat, I had the privilege of participating in a gathering of the Jewish Funders Network, a group of deeply thoughtful leaders dedicated to strengthening the Jewish world. Their work is not only about funding but about strategic collaboration, ensuring that our collective efforts bring maximal benefit. We should all learn from this model—figuring out how to work together, to build efficiently and joyfully, to make room for one another. 

That, in many ways, is the heart of this week's Torah portion. After weeks of detailed instructions, the Mishkan—the portable Tabernacle—is finally completed. 

"Moses finished the work. The cloud covered the Tent of Meeting, and the presence of God filled the Tabernacle. Moses could not enter the Tent of Meeting because the cloud had settled upon it, and the presence of God filled the Tabernacle" (Ex. 40:33-35). 

Think about this: Moshe, who has led the people, who has carried the weight of their liberation, who has facilitated the construction of this sacred space—finds himself unable to enter it. God’s presence so completely fills the Mishkan that there is no room for Moshe. 

The mystics teach that God engaged in "Tzimtzum," a process of contraction, to make space for the universe to exist. If God had not withdrawn, there would be no room for anything else. And yet, here at the conclusion of Exodus, we see a moment where that space is not granted. God’s presence is so overwhelming that even Moshe is left outside. It is painful to read this narrative, to imagine how Moshe feels. 

What does that teach us? That shared holiness cannot found while taking up all the space, but in making space. In healthy relationships, in healthy communities, in a just society, we cannot overpower the other and expect harmony. We must be intentional in making room for one another, in ensuring that all voices are heard, that all people have a place. 

I think about this in the context of Israel today, about the deep fractures in Israeli society, about the ongoing agony of hostages still held in captivity, about the struggle for justice and accountability. I remember standing with my beloved teacher, Yossi Klein Halevi, during the protests against the judicial overhaul months before October 7th. I remember the intensity of the moment, the fight for justice, the fear that there somehow wouldn’t remain room for all of us. That intensity has not faded—it has only become more complex, more urgent. And yet, we must find a way to make space for each other, even in our pain, even in our struggle. 

As we prepare to close the Book of Exodus and enter Leviticus, we stand in this tension. Moshe is left outside, but the story is not over. There will be a next step, a next possibility. For now, though, we sit with the lesson of this moment: If we truly seek holiness, if we truly seek justice, we must build in a way that makes room for others. We must recognize that in pursuit of sacred vision, we are not the only ones who seek – and deserve – a place in this world. 

And if we can do that—make space for one another—then together, we can build something truly worthy, something holy. A world where there is room for us all.

Pekudei: Making Space for Others -- #Day535 #Broadcast1267 #Pekudei #BringThemHomeNow

Mar 20, 2025

Rabbi Creditor's Passover Books!

Slavery, Freedom, and Everything Between: The Why, How and What of Passover
(co-edited with Rabbi Aaron Alexander) - https://a.co/d/gHcnmWQ

A Seder Rhyme - https://a.co/d/gKEmgzt

Seder Interrupted: A Post-October 7 Hagaddah Supplement
(co-edited with Dr. Ora Horn Prouser) - https://a.co/d/eDeObP6


Vayakhel: To Live in God's Shadow - #Day531 #Broadcast1265 #VaYakhel #BringThemHomeNow #UntilTheLastHostage #AmYisraelChai💙

Mar 17, 2025

Manifest Decency: Rabbi Gary S. Creditor in Conversation with Rabbi Menachem Creditor


Manifest Decency: Rabbi Gary S. Creditor in Conversation with Rabbi Menachem Creditor
March 14, 2025 | Temple Beth El, Richmond, VA It was the honor of a lifetime to interview my beloved Abbah, Rabbi Gary Creditor, about his rabbinic career and personal history, upon the book launch of his anthology, Manifest Decency! Grateful to Rabbi Rachel Salston of Temple Beth-El, for her spiritual stewardship and kindness in hosting this precious moment. I am a truly fortunate son. May The Holy One continue to shower my father with Grace, with Strength, and with Laughter.

VaYakhel: Words that Unite, in honor of my beloved father, Rabbi Gary Creditor -- #Day528 #Broadcast1262 #VaYakhel #BringThemHomeNow #UntilTheLastHostage #AmYisraelChai💙

Mar 14, 2025

Purim in a World that Already Feels Like Purim

Purim in a World that Already Feels Like Purim

Rabbi Menachem Creditor

Purim is a day of contradictions, a day when everything was supposed to go one way—toward disaster—and instead turned upside down, leading not just to survival but to joy. That language is important for us right now. Last night, standing in shul with my son Moshe, who was dressed as Jon Snow from Game of Thrones, people asked me what I was dressed as. I told them, "I'm pretending to be someone who can make sense of the world." That’s my mask today.


How do we experience Purim in a world that already feels like Purim? When chaos reigns, when anti-Semitism twists reality into an unrecognizable form, when leaders trade bribes and power and we’re left feeling shaky? Where am I behind this mask? I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. And I know I’m not alone.

I posted last night on Facebook for those struggling with Purim—because it's too much, because it’s too on the nose, because its violence feels untraceable. I said, "I see you." And now, let me say it again: I see you. But I'm also wearing the mask. And I'm holding on to one voice from tradition that might help.

Rabbi Kalonymus Kalman Shapira, writing from the Warsaw Ghetto, buried his words in a milk crate, words that were found after the war and published as Esh Kodesh—Holy Fire. From within the inferno, he wrote about Purim: just as Yom Kippur grants atonement no matter what we do, so too Purim grants joy. Not for those who are already joyful. But for those of us who feel like we cannot possibly allow joy in. Purim is a commandment to feel joy—even when it feels impossible.

And yet, this Purim is unlike last year’s Purim. Last year, my brain was broken. This year, my soul hurts. The difference is astonishing to consider. We are still counting—today is day 525 since October 7. But a year has passed. And that is no small thing. Our ability to dress in costume, even when those costumes encode our grief, is no small thing. Our ability to dance, even when dancing is an act of defiance, is no small thing.

I think of Yarin Illovich, the DJ at Nova, who comforted me when I sat shattered at the New York exhibit recreating that festival-turned-massacre. And then, months later, I watched him—this beautiful survivor—spinning discs, dancing. If he can dance, so can we. If he can choose joy, so can we.

Purim commands us to let joy in. Why would joy need to be commanded if it came easily?

Thank God for Purim. Thank God for Esther and Mordechai. Thank God for our cantors and rabbis who stand before us, even when they feel like they’re wearing masks. And thank God for our sensitivity—because we know we’re wearing them.

So let’s sing. Let’s let a little joy in. Let’s fake it until it becomes real. The act of smiling itself releases endorphins—so smile. Give mishloach manot, give matanot l’evyonim, read the Megillah, and then put it down. Sing a little bit. And when we light Shabbat candles tonight, may the light pour back into us.

It has been 525 days since I’ve said this, but I’m inviting you now: Try it. Send your joy to Jerusalem, send it to each other. My beautiful daughter is teaching Torah in Jerusalem tonight. She is my joy. And I share that joy with you. Let’s generate joy together.

Let’s not forget our hope.
Because we have not forgotten it.
We have not.

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