Mar 4, 2026

Reclaiming Aaron (Ki Tissa)

Reclaiming Aaron (Ki Tissa)

Rabbi Menachem Creditor

 

 

Ki Tissa sits like an island inside the Tabernacle narrative that defines the end of the Book of Exodus. Before it, Torah teaches the building of the Mishkan. After it, Torah returns again to the Mishkan. And there, in the middle, we are thrown into the calamity of the Golden Calf. It is not only about a statue. It is also about fear. It is about what happens when the spiritual center of a people disappears into the clouds.

 

Moses ascends Mount Sinai and is gone from sight. The people cannot locate him, cannot read his face, cannot hear his voice. The text is painfully direct. They approach Aaron and say, “make us a god, because we do not know what happened to this man, Moshe.” Their language is filled with panic.

 

Aaron responds in a way that has mystified readers for thousands of years. He tells them to take the gold earrings from their sons and daughters, and from themselves, and to bring them to him. They do. From this material Aaron fashions a molten calf. (Ex. 32:1-4)

 

How are we to understand Aaron’s personality and character after that? The episode happens at the base of Mount Sinai, so soon after the splitting of the sea, so close to Revelation. Aaron is already (or about to become) the High Priest. How can this possibly be part of his story? What is his legacy of leadership?

 

Tradition refuses to let the question go. Commentators reach for explanations, sometimes in attempts to exonerate, sometimes to interpret a narrative that defies conventional reading. Some suggest that when Aaron tells the people that they will celebrate “tomorrow, (Ex. 32:5)” he is buying time, hoping Moses will return and interrupt the impending disaster. Some suggest he never imagined the people would surrender their gold so quickly, that he underestimated the fervor of their fear. Some suggest the people did not believe Moses was a god at all, but they could not survive without an intermediary, without something tangible that helped them aim their hearts toward Heaven (32:1). In that approach, they were not looking for a new deity. They were looking for a new access point.

 

There is also a haunting midrash that says first Aaron witnessed Chur, another leader, refuse the mob and be killed, causing Aaron to say to himself: “Better to delay, better to survive, better to say yes than to be torn apart and leave the people with no leadership at all. (Vayikra Rabbah 10:3)” It is a disturbing teaching, and perhaps it is meant to disturb us. Sometimes Torah provides something other than heroes.

 

What compounds the mystery is what happens next. Aaron is not punished in the way we might expect. When Moses descends, Aaron defends himself in a way that is almost surreal. “I threw the gold into the fire, and out came this calf. (Ex. 32:24)” The Torah itself has already told us that is not what happened. The narrative is tangled, and Aaron’s character becomes, at first glance, indecipherable.

 

Later in textual history, the rabbis do something even more surprising. They do not freeze Aaron in the moment of his failure. They reshape him in the moral imagination of our people. Aaron becomes the one who loves peace and pursues peace (see Pirkei Avot 1:12). We even pray that we should be disciples of Aaron, loving peace and pursuing peace.

 

It can feel like a whitewashing of the text, a willful ignoring of history. But Perhaps it is something else. Perhaps the rabbis, in this obvious rereading of Aaron, are insisting on complexity, warning against the spiritual laziness of a single story.

 

They go further. In a Talmudic discussion about whether conflict is best resolved through strict law or through compromise, Moses becomes the model of law that pierces the mountain, and Aaron becomes the model of mediation (TB Sanhedrin 7a, as per Rabbi Jonathan Sacks z”l), of bringing people close enough to each other that a future becomes possible. Yes, you’d be right to ask in response to this suggestion where that is to be found in the biblical text. It is not obvious. It is interpretation. It is aspiration. It is a community trying to learn how to live.

 

So what do we do with all of this?

 

One lesson is that history is complicated. If we flatten Aaron, we flatten Torah. If all you know is that Aaron made the calf, you will miss both his history, other moments in his life, and what later generations struggled to discover. Similarly, if all we know is the Aaron-centered prayer about loving peace, you will miss the dark valley that prayer is trying to climb out of. We are not allowed to claim certainty when we only hold one strand of the story.

 

The moral lesson here is urgent. As the modern civil rights leader, Bryan Stevenson, has taught, “Each of us is more than the worst thing we’ve ever done.” That truth does not erase accountability. It does not excuse harm. It does not pretend consequences do not matter. But it does insist on the possibility that a human being is larger than their collapse. Aaron is more than the episode with the golden calf, even if the calf and its consequences are real and weighty.

 

And that lesson pushes against something that is corroding our public life. We have grown addicted to instant verdicts. We meet a person in a single sentence, a single post, a single moment, and we declare we know who they are. We do not say, I wonder what is happening there. We do not often say, tell me more. We do not ask, what fear is driving that? We frequently substitute snap judgment for relationship.

 

Ki Tissa refuses that substitution. It forces us to sit inside panic, inside absence, inside spiritual adolescence. We were newly free then. We did not yet know how to be a people without a taskmaster. And when the one who carried our confidence disappeared into the cloud, we panicked like children panic when the trusted adult leaves the room. That does not make the Golden Calf acceptable. It does make the human story legible.

 

Perhaps Aaron saw a mob, trembling and spiraling, and made a decision in a moment of impossible leadership. Perhaps he tried to contain damage. Perhaps he failed. Perhaps he compromised when he should have stood firm. Perhaps he stood with them when he should have stood against them. The Torah does not let us resolve him neatly, because life is rarely neat.

 

But out of that complexity, the rabbis extract guidance for us. We should aspire to be the kind of people who endure the slow work of repair. Be the kind of people who do not presume to know the whole story of another human being, because so much context is invisible from the outside and deeply felt on the inside.

 

To love peace and pursue peace is not to avoid truth. It is to refuse cancellation as a strategy. It is to choose curiosity over certainty. It is to choose relationship over the quick dopamine of condemnation. It is to believe that people can be brought closer, and that closeness can change what seemed fixed.

 

Our world needs peace. It is hard to know what peace looks like in every situation, but it is not hard to know we need it.

 

May we learn from the strange, complicated, unresolved figure of Aaron. May we become disciples of the part of him the rabbis refused to let die.

 

May we do our part to bring more understanding, more patience, and more healing between people. And may that pursuit of peace be one of the ways we keep faith when the clouds feel thick and the path feels uncertain.

 



Understanding Aaron | Ki Tissa | #Broadcast1501

 

Mar 1, 2026

Upon the Death of an Enemy (2011)

 


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Upon the Death of an Enemy

(c)Rabbi Menachem Creditor

28 Nissan, 5771

May 1, 2011 

Immediately upon returning from our community's Yom HaShoah commemoration tonight, I was greeted by the news that Osama Bin Laden, Yemach Shemo veZichro/May His Name and Memory Be Erased, had been killed by U.S. forces in a mansion outside the Pakistani capital of Islamabad.    From the immobility of being a Jew confronting the Shoah, the worst disaster our People has ever endured, I was shocked into the confusion of once again being the New Yorker I was nearly ten years ago, in shock, afraid, and helpless to do anything in the face of the worst assault on the United States in its history.  

 

Which emotion is the right one?  Is there a "right" one?  Can there be only one in a moment like this, when we remember as Jews our 6 million during the Holocaust and we remember as Americans the almost 3,000 people killed on September 11, 2001.  How do we respond when the architect of enormous evil is brought to justice?  What does it mean for us, as Jews, and as Americans, that Osama Bin Laden has been killed?

 

According to a Midrash, when the angels rejoiced at the victory of God and the deliverance of the Children of Israel at the Red Sea,  they invited God to join their celebration. God declined, saying, "How can I rejoice when my children are drowning?"  God's response, as intuited by our tradition, teaches us that the very people who enslaved and tortured us were still human beings when viewed through sacred eyes. 

 

But a human being, an irrevocable Divine Image, is not immune from Justice.  When  the trial of Adolph Eichmann, which lasted off and on from April of 1961 to May of 1962, ended with Eichmann's execution, Rabbi Martin Cohen remembers being told by his father that "the entire Jewish people was having a party that day."  Rabbi Cohen goes on to say, "I'm not sure I knew what he meant. Maybe I did. Probably not."  

 

I'm not sure what I mean right now.  I'm relieved that an evil has been eliminated from the world.  I'm mourning our lost Six Million.  I'm watching the crowds on Pennsylvania Ave and Ground Zero, weeping at all that happened and is forever changed, aching for some healing and some small amount of hope.  I'm still hearing the testimony from a Shoa survivor shared less than three hours ago echoing in my heart, proud to have joined as a large Berkeley Jewish community to bear witness to our collective pain.   I'm lost right now.  That's all I think I can mean at the moment.

 

We do not rejoice at the death of our enemy.  The implementation of justice is not a joyful celebration.  As Rabbi Cohen writes of watching the recording of Eichmann's trial, "In this man's eyes are reflected the ghosts of his uncountable victims...and also nothing at all."  I am riveted by the face of Bin Laden.  I do not want to look into his eyes.  Those eyes witnessed the snuffing out of so much life; those eyes remained willfully blind to the pain and loss he caused.  I believe justice has indeed been served today.  Joylessly, as is appropriate.

 

May America know a measure of comfort after these almost 10 years, and may we redouble our efforts to rebuild our Nation in a more unified way, knowing that this incredible pain has been felt by members of every political persuasion.

 

May the Jewish People bear testimony to the attempted Destruction of our People by redoubling our commitment to building and supporting our Jewish communities, knowing that every moment of Jewish Living is the ultimate legacy of those who died Al Kiddush haShem, for the Sanctification of God's Name.

 

May our vulnerable world sleep a little easier tonight.

 

Amen.


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Rabbi Menachem Creditor 

 



Feb 18, 2026

A Prayer for Australia: May This Land Know Peace

A Prayer for Australia: May This Land Know Peace
Rabbi Menachem Creditor


Sydney Airport. My heart is full.


As I prepare to travel home, I carry with me profound gifts - of healing, of presence, and of unexpected joy. This journey has been sacred in ways I could not have anticipated. To sit with survivors. To listen. To embrace. To pray. To witness courage that does not erase pain but grows around it. I have been blessed not only to offer strength, but to receive it.


One afternoon, my beloved sister Tzeira and I walked through the Royal Botanic Gardens. We came upon this ancient eucalyptus tree. The moment I saw it, I felt drawn in. Its vast branches stretching outward, its trunk impossibly wide, roots gripping the earth with quiet insistence. When I placed my hand upon it, I felt time itself pulsing - rising from deep within the soil into my palm. The land carries memories. All of them. Sorrow and celebration. Trauma and tenderness. Standing there, I felt the ache of recent violence and the deeper, older resilience of life that refuses to disappear, something I’ve witnessed and appreciated in Australia’s culture - acknowledgement and reverence for the land and those who have walked it.


Healing is not forgetting. It is choosing to remain open. It is choosing presence. It is choosing joy when joy returns.


I am deeply grateful to my UJA-Federation of New York family for making this journey possible, for standing behind the sacred work of Jewish solidarity, for ensuring that no Jewish community feels alone, and for supporting me in being physically present here in this tender time. That embrace was felt across oceans.


As I board my flight, I offer a prayer for safety and protection for our Jewish family here in Australia, for all Australians, and for the world we share. May our roots hold firm. May our branches reach wide. And may the memories yet to be written on this land be blessed with peace.



We Each Bring Our Gifts | Terumah | #Broadcast1492

 

Feb 11, 2026

The Aftershock of Revelation (Mishpatim)

The Aftershock of Revelation (Mishpatim)
Rabbi Menachem Creditor


Parashat Mishpatim is dense, an intricate weave of civil laws: torts, damages, guardianship, personal injury, property, and responsibility. Case after case unfolds in careful detail. It does not read like poetry. It does not soar. It arrives immediately after Sinai, after thunder and lightning, after a mountain aflame, after what Rabbi Jonathan Sacks z”l, called God’s entry into history. Our ancestors had just seen the sounds and trembled before the Infinite, and then the Torah turns to oxen, loans, damages, lost property, Shabbat rhythms, and judicial integrity. The transition is jarring; it feels like spiritual whiplash.

The Israelites had walked through walls of water and survived plagues that dismantled an empire. They stood at the foot of Revelation itself. These moments, the splitting sea, the trembling mountain, the Divine Voice, are the peaks of biblical Jewish memory. And then comes Mishpatim. No fireworks, no spectacle, only law. It can feel almost disappointing. How can a list of ordinances compete with a sea that splits or a mountain that burns?

Perhaps that is precisely the Torah’s point. Life cannot be lived at Sinai every day. If the only places we encounter God are in the miraculous, then we will miss God almost all the time. The sea does not split each morning, and mountains do not regularly blaze with revelation. But neighbors borrow and lend, workers labor, property is damaged, words are spoken, and power is exercised. The Torah moves us from spectacle to structure, from ecstasy to ethics. Mishpatim teaches that the aftershock of Revelation is responsibility. The thunder fades. Justice must endure.

There are miracles in the quiet textures of daily life: the flower that stops you mid-stride, the unexpected kindness that softens a difficult day, the subtle shift in air when winter loosens its grip and hope returns. These, too, are revelations. Yet Mishpatim insists on something even more radical: that a society committed to fairness, accountability, and dignity is itself a sustained miracle. The connective tissue of this parashah is justice, protection of the vulnerable, limits on power, sacred regard for the stranger, the widow, and the orphan. Financial systems are infused with compassion, and courts are animated by integrity. God is not only in the thunder but in the terms of the loan, in the boundaries of ownership, and in the restraint of the strong.

I think of my beloved teacher, Rabbi Elazar Diamond z”l, who taught that God is in the details and embodied that truth. He once described stepping off a bus moments before Shabbat began, holding a challah he was bringing to a meal. As the sun dipped and Shabbat arrived, he still had miles to walk. The halachic challenge was real, for one may not carry from domain to domain on Shabbat. So, he walked less than four cubits and stopped, then less than four cubits and stopped, again and again. To an onlooker, it might have seemed like a strange, halting promenade. To him, each measured step was an act of devotion, each pause a recalibration, each movement a conscious invitation to the Divine. He was not merely transporting bread; he was sanctifying space and bending time as he walked with God.

Mishpatim is that walk. Law at its best is not dry regulation but disciplined love. It is a framework that trains the heart toward attentiveness and insists that every action matters, that no encounter is trivial, and that justice is enacted step by careful step. As Dr. Jacob Milgrom z”l taught, Leviticus is not merely a book of law but a book of love, and Mishpatim prepares us for that truth. Law becomes the architecture through which love enters public life.

How we step matters. Every vote cast, every policy shaped, every interaction at work, every moment of restraint when we could dominate but instead choose dignity, these are Sinai extended into the street. We are still standing at Sinai if we understand that Sinai was not meant to remain on the mountain but to descend into contracts, courts, kitchens, and marketplaces. Revelation becomes real only when it transforms the mundane.

Rabbi Diamond held a challah, but he was also holding covenant, community, and sacred time with trembling care.

That is the purpose of law: to carry God carefully through the world.

May the next action we take, whether small or large, be infused with intention. May we walk in a way that might seem peculiar to those who measure life only by spectacle, and may we walk as those who know that every step can hold Presence. Sinai echoes still, not only in thunder but in the steady, unceasing building of a just society. May we find God in the details, and may our careful steps make the world more compassionate, more beautiful, and more whole.


How to Walk (with God) Through the World | | Mishpatim | #Broadcast1489

 

Jan 28, 2026

Until Everyone is Free (Beshalach)

Until Everyone is Free (Beshalach)

Rabbi Menachem Creditor


We must, as human beings and as Jews, to hold our focus in more than one place at the same time. The power of being present as community is that we carry many eyes, looking in many directions. And our hearts, our collective heart, has a capacity far greater than any one of us alone. That is both a gift and a responsibility.

Renee Good z”l and Alex Pretti z”l were two American citizens whose lives were brutally taken in the midst of a terrible abuse of power on the streets of this country. Whatever our politics, these acts were captured on film. And witnessing murder, really witnessing it, leaves a mark on the soul. To see what we have seen, to know what we know, and then to be told that we did not see what we saw, feels Orwellian in the deepest sense. One of the ways wrong happens in the world is when people are told that their own eyes are lying.

But we have eyes.
And we have responsibility.

Our tradition places enormous moral weight on the human heart. It asks much of us. And yes, it is heavy. But we are obligated to pay attention.

All of this is happening as the funeral of Ran Gvili z”l, the final Israeli hostage returned from Gaza, is also happening. For the first time in ten years, there are no Israeli hostages in Gaza. What a moment to be holding, a moment that should never have been necessary. This is not happiness, but it is a shift. I pray that this shift might allow our hearts, once again, to expand, to regain the capacity to more truly care in multiple directions at once. That capacity is not something I have felt in a long time.

What is happening in Minneapolis is not simply “disruption.” It is violence. Clergy friends on the ground tell me it is worse than what we see in the headlines. One dear friend shared the story of two young children whose parents were taken, children now without parents, without clarity, without answers. Members of my friend’s synagogue have taken them in, but no one knows where responsibility rests or what comes next. And that is only one story among many.

At the same time, the resilience and love shown by religious communities there is almost unfathomable. Clergy showing up at the airport in forty-below weather. Clergy on their knees in prayer. Nonviolence embodied in the face of violence. That kind of moral courage deserves amplification.

This is not a political issue. It is a human one. It is not partisan. No one, no one, should ever have this done to them.

Gatherings are happening everywhere, and they matter. But they must be grounded in spirit, not shrieking reactivity. We cannot become the thing we are fighting. Violence against violence will not redeem us.

We know another way. We have always known another way.

We are heirs to those who marched, who prayed, who sang, who sat at counters, who crossed bridges without weapons, who rebuilt what was broken. As Jews, we have always believed: fight when you must, but love and care always.

This week’s Torah portion deepens that call. We read Beshalach, “when Pharaoh sent us out.” But it was not a gentle sending. It was an expulsion after unbearable suffering. And like the Passover seder, where we pour out our rage before God rather than acting on it ourselves, the Torah teaches us something essential: our responsibility is justice, not vengeance. Rabbi Gordon Tucker teaches that when we recite “Sh’foch Chamat’cha / Pour out Your wrath” at seder, we externalize our rage, handing it to God, so that we do not enact it ourselves. If we misunderstand this, we imagine ourselves as agents of divine vengeance. But that is not who we are meant to be.

Self-defense is sometimes necessary. Justice must be pursued. But vengeance corrodes the soul.

The Sea splits. Justice is (finally) served.

The midrash tells a remarkable story: Rabbi Yohanan asks his students what the walls of the sea looked like. No one can answer. He suggests they looked like a lattice window. And then an old woman appears, Serach bat Asher, and says,
“No. They were mirrors. Mirrors reflecting past, present, and future all at once. So many generations crossing together that it looked like an even greater multitude. (Pesikta d’Rav Kahannah 11:13)”
If that is true, then we were there. And if we were there, have we ever stopped marching?

Furthermore: What is freedom if it belongs only to some?

Seeing the image of God in another human being costs us nothing, and gives us everything. Renee Good z”l and Alex Pretti z”l were images of God. Ran Gvili z”l was an image of God. Every child, every parent, every human being whose dignity is denied by violence bears that same image.

Our ancestors are watching.
Our descendants will ask, “What did you do when this was happening?

May we have the courage to answer with integrity. To fight when we must. To respond with dignity when inhumanity rears its head. For the Jewish people. For humanity.

May the memory of Ran Gvili z”l be for a blessing. May comfort find his family. May those who risk their lives to bring the beloved home know that when we speak of humanity, we speak with them and for them.

And may we never stop marching, until everyone is free.

Keep Marching | Beshalach | #Broadcast1479

Jan 3, 2026

NEW BOOK: "Struggling with Holiness and Power: Selected Essays, 2025"

 I’m honored to share that my new book is now published:


Struggling with Holiness and Power: Selected Essays, 2025
-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GDQMFHY4

This book was written in a year when the world felt heavy with memory and fear, when ancient Jewish questions returned with urgency:

-Where is God in all this?
- What does holiness demand when Jews are once again under threat?
- How do we wield power without losing our soul?

These 138 essays were written in real time—amid grief, resilience, protest, prayer, and hope. They are not polished answers. They are dispatches from inside the struggle: wrestling with holiness and power, love and fear, vulnerability and responsibility. They reflect a year shaped by October 7, by the prayer to bring them home, by the return of the hostages, and by renewed reminders that Jewish safety is never theoretical.

At the heart of the book is a conviction our tradition insists upon: holiness is not purity or perfection—it is persistence. It is showing up with courage, protecting life while keeping our hearts soft, refusing both erasure and moral numbness. Power and holiness are uneasy companions, but the Torah demands both: to act, and to act with conscience.

There is also fierce, defiant joy in these pages—because joy, too, is an act of resistance and faith. This book begins where holiness always begins: in struggle. In the refusal to abandon one another. In the stubborn belief that even now, perhaps especially now, the world is redeemable.

Grateful to share this work, and grateful to walk this path together.
-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GDQMFHY4

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