The plagues were about power. The middle act of our great old epic of bondage, infanticide, torture, exile, punishment, fever dreams, and dominance.
As plagues that shut down society go, this one turns out to have its upsides.
Dueling plagues will surely make everyone’s seder feel more relevant. But it’ll also be instructive about human nature.
I remember summer of 2006, when the entire enclave was plunged into blinding darkness after a massive explosion sent shockwaves through the city.
Whatever their material effects on the body, a bug — or viral — infestation is a devastatingly effective plague. It drives the human mind wild.
The Israelites had it easy. Nobody had to kasher a thing. Nobody was running around like a madman with a feather.
God forcing us to look into a mirror so we can finally take a good hard look at who we really are rather than what we’ve long pretended.
As a child, my most favorite moment of Passover, the endless family dinner which featured a fish dish and overcooked meat dish, was the plagues.
Our tradition is predicated on the notion that no Jew should live alone on a desert island.
It is easier to indict oneself than to admit that the world is chaotic and the suffering that pervades it often senseless.