I want to take you back one hundred years, to the first half of 1926, when two events took place within a few months of each other, in Germany. These events were entirely unconnected from each other. But when they came together in my mind this week, I found myself wanting to explore this century-old collision between two different worlds, to see if bringing them together right now, a century later, might lead us somewhere…

They are offered in the spirit of the poet W.H. Auden: “Rummaging into his living, the poet fetches/The images out that hurt and connect” (‘The Composer’, 1938)

First event, first image: an essay by Martin Buber published in February 1926 in the recently founded Der Morgen, which quickly became the leading German-Jewish journal of the Weimar years. They published the great creative minds of that generation of Jewish thinkers: Buber, Rosenzweig, Gershon Scholem, Leo Baeck, Shai Agnon, amongst others. Buber titled his essay Nachahmung Gottes:  ‘Imitation of God’ –  though ‘Emulation’ might be a better translation. (I was amused to see that in the English editions of Buber’s work, the essay’s title is translated with a Latin phrase taken from Christian theology: ‘Imitatio Dei’).

Buber traces the idea back to Plato, Aristotle and into Christianity before illustrating it as fundamental to Judaism.  But Buber insists that for Jews the idea is paradoxical. On the one hand, Buber says, God is “invisible, incomprehensible, unformed, not-to-be-formed” (p.71, ‘Israel and the World’, Schocken, 1963), so – unlike in Christianity which has a human being representing the divine – how can you imitate an energy, a force, that is beyond our understanding, beyond our necessarily-limited human imagination?

On the other hand, the Biblical narrators offer descriptions of God’s so-called ‘ways’, or attributes. God is pictured in the Torah as telling Moses about these attributes, qualities: “Adonai, Adonai, el rachum v’chanun: God, Eternal, merciful, gracious, patient, abundant in lovingkindness” (Exodus 34:6), and so on; and the rabbis of the Talmud expanded upon these images, turning them into ethical instructions about how to ‘emulate’ God, as it were: “As God is merciful and gracious, so should you be merciful and gracious” (Talmud Shabbat 133b).

So this is event one: February 1926 and Buber’s instructive little essay, published in Berlin, focussing on how the Jewish ethical tradition mirrors the attributes of God as the route to holiness.

Event two, a couple of hundred miles away, in Weimar, a few months later, first weekend of July 1926, (so we are approaching its hundredth anniversary): following Adolf Hitler’s failed coup in Munich in November 1923, the Nazi party and its paramilitary wing the SS had been banned, and Hitler imprisoned, convicted of treason. The ban was lifted after fourteen months, and with Hitler now released, the reconstituted Nazi party held a rally and congress in the city. It wasn’t huge, but the 7-8,000 attendees left a trail of damage and injury behind them. Buildings were vandalised, a policeman shot, local citizens were knifed.  Safe to say that “You shall love your neighbour as yourself” was not the guiding principle of fascism – then or now.

Yet three years later, in the 1929 elections, amidst an economic crisis 24% of the city of Weimar voted for the National Socialists. (That’s a smaller percentage than Reform UK received in the recent Gorton and Denton by-election. Just saying). 

So: why bring together these disparate, antithetical events of the first half of 1926 – Buber’s essay on the ethical core of Judaism, and the beginning of the Nazi party’s push for power? They inhabit different worlds, different moral universes – and yet these worlds were fated to intersect, to clash, to lead into an abyss from which we have not, in truth, recovered. What, if anything, can we glean from “fetch[ing]/ The images out, that hurt and connect”? 

Weimar was – is – in the federal state of Thuringia. In the last state elections in Germany two years ago, the far-right anti-immigrant AfD topped the polls there on 33%. When a country’s economy is struggling, when a nation feels vulnerable, we know how immigrants, refugees and other so-called ‘outsiders’ become a useful scapegoat. The virus of fascistic thinking is insidious and you don’t need to look far to see it, nor do you need me to point it out, whether in Germany, or the Netherlands, Sweden, Italy, France, here in the UK – Southampton and Northern Ireland in recent weeks – or of course in the USA, and dare one say it, in Israel too. 

When political parties start to advocate ‘re-patriation’ or ‘remigration’ – a polite term for ethnic cleansing – and seek to wish away from their countries immigrants, or Muslims, or those with darker-than-white skins, then Jews – who might not necessarily be in the front line of intended deportees (yet) – Jews should have their antennae tuned to what is going on. And our antennae should be tuned not only to the present moment but to historical echoes. It’s not that history repeats itself – it rarely does that, although Jews are always fearful that it will – but that an awareness of the dynamics of how group prejudices and discontents and scapegoating have manifested, in other times and other places, can help sensitise us to contemporary threats: the ways in which our shared humanity is always potentially under attack from the malign intentions and fears of those who don’t believe in the human rights and unique humanity of each person within a society; or – to put it in traditional religious language – who don’t believe that human beings are made ‘in the image of God’.

And, sad to say but undeniably the case, Jews, Christians and Muslims are also susceptible to the virus of hatred, disdain, ethno-nationalist aggression, that infects societies here and abroad. Being a so-called religious believer does not inoculate you from this virus. Professing a belief in ‘God’ is no guarantee that you have internalised the images of compassion, love and generosity that your religious tradition teaches. 

Nevertheless, as Buber draws out in his essay, we can aspire to ‘imitate’ God because – in Biblical terms – we are made ‘in the image of God’. In other words there is something of the divine already within us, an aspect of godliness incarnated in our being, our being alive, our being human. This spark of divinity makes us precious, and it is this spark that enables us to enact goodness, compassion, justice, lovingkindness. We can ‘imitate God’ because we are made not just by the Divine but of the divine. We can imitate God because we are made in the image of God.

But the question I’ve been reflecting on this week is: can the wisdom of Buber’s little essay – with these insights into the radical egalitarian core of Jewish thinking and the ethical system that rests upon it – can it act as an antidote to the virus of dehumanisation that infects our contemporary times?

His teachings about the moral and theological underpinnings of Judaism might help each of us individually cleave to the goodness within us, and allow the divine qualities grafted into us to guide us as we struggle through life, but collectively the precedents are not encouraging. Der Morgan was forced to close in 1938 – the world of ideas it gave voice to, and the Jewish audience it spoke to, had by then been systematically battered, dispersed, dehumanised or destroyed. And worse was to follow. That great experiment, the German-Jewish symbiosis, could not withstand the malign forces arraigned against it. Hitler’s project was intended to destroy not just the Jewish people but the morality of the culture they represented.

Yet here we Jews are, still, hanging on, stubborn survivors of that annihilatory drama – here we gather, still, inheritors of that visionary tradition, that wisdom, that culture of creativity; we are the Diasporic inheritors of that spiritual tradition that Buber represented, a tradition that gloried in, celebrated, promoted, the potential in each human being to be the best possible version of themselves, to recognise what we owe to others, what we can offer to others, the difference we can make to the wellbeing of others. This is what godliness means. It was what Buber was essentially exploring in all his work – theological, educational, political – a way of treating human beings as sacred, teaching this numinous and difficult truth to his fellow Jews in Germany and then in the work he did in Palestine in trying to create Zion as a space not just geographical but also existentially benign for all its inhabitants, Jew and Arab alike, a space where an ethical vision could come alive and be enacted.

Buber knew how tenuous, how slender, how fragile this vision might be when faced with the vicissitudes of history and the forces of aggression and hatred that swirl through our world. A belief in the inner divinity of each human being is daily under threat.  But he refused to relinquish his faith that, in his words, “The true meaning of love of one’s neighbour is not that it is a command from God which we are to fulfil, but that through it and in it we meet God.” (p.212, ‘On Judaism’, ed. N.Glatzer)

Despite Hitler’s best endeavours, and despite the polarised malevolence and tribalism we see daily enacted around us, we inheritors of that Judaic vision, we inheritors of the moral authority that vision incarnates, we still gather, we still meet, we keep faith, in spite of our doubts. The world in which Buber published his essay may have been swept away, fascistic thinking may continue to contaminate our politics, but we Diaspora Jews, while nursing our hurts, can still connect ourselves to the vision that refuses to die: that compassion, and justice, loving-kindness and generosity of spirit are the traces of the divine within us. What a gift we have received, what an inheritance to hold and treasure.

[based on a sermon given at Finchley Reform Synagogue, June 14^th, 2026]

Let me start with a teaser: can you work out who I am talking about? An unpublished author – a schoolteacher by profession, in their 40s – who wrote a novel with a strong religious theme, but had their book rejected by seven UK publishers.  Success did come eventually – this was in the 1950s – and the route taken became the stuff of literary legend. (An encouragement for budding authors everywhere).

The publisher was Faber & Faber but when the book was first submitted – under the title ‘Strangers from Within’ – it had been rejected by Faber’s in-house readers as ‘rubbish and dull’  and also ‘absurd and uninteresting Fantasy’. It was eventually plucked from oblivion by a new reader there, Charles Monteith, who suggested major revisions to the text including dropping much of its overtly religious imagery.

Eventually – this was 1954 –  the book saw the light of day under a new title, ‘Lord of the Flies’, and William Golding’s text has now sold around 25 million copies around the world, in various languages.

For those who haven’t read the book, the basic outline of the story is easily told: it’s about a group of schoolboys stranded on an island after their plane crashes; there are no adult survivors (and no girls), and the story is about what happens to this group, left to their own devices.

But why talk about this text during the festival Jews are celebrating at the moment, Passover/Pesach?  How might one connect this narrative about a group of Catholic-educated youngsters descending into savagery, brutality and murder – or resisting  these impulses, and finding the inner spiritual and emotional resources to maintain certain moral and humane values – to our own seasonal narrative of liberation from slavery? How might one connect this fable – Golding preferred to call his story a ‘myth’ – with the ‘myth’ the Jewish people live in, and with?

One reason for why addressing this theme today is circumstantial – it has just been dramatized in four parts by the BBC : you can still get to see it (in the UK) on iPlayer if you can bear it, it is gruelling viewing, stunningly acted, beautifully visualised and produced, but painful  and disturbing to watch, yet entirely believable if you know anything about pre-teen and early adolescent males; and about the power of groups, particularly when led by a  charismatic individual, to bring out the worst elements in human nature.  And as we know only too well, the universal story of male aggression is writ large every day in the news, at home and abroad.

So visceral was the drama, I could barely watch it; yet I was also captivated by its telling, and its themes began to cross-fertilise in my mind with the drama of Passover – a festival so distant in many ways from Golding and yet perhaps not so distant as we might first imagine. Or might be comfortable with.

A tiny bit of background on Golding: born in 1911, he served in the Royal Navy during the War, and later said he was haunted by an incident when the ship under his command received faulty intelligence and – along with the RAF – bombed the civilian population of the Dutch island of Walcheren on the North Sea. Hundreds died, unnecessarily in Golding’s opinion, and he carried this experience  – and the guilt – with him through his life.

But even more significantly for the subsequent themes of his books, he carried the knowledge, as did so many others, of the Nazi death camps. This understanding of, in his words, “what human beings were capable of” – not a very original formulation but speaking to the way in which once something horrific is seen and known about, it cannot be unknown again (we do have contemporary parallels that I am not going to spell out here) – this unwished-for knowledge of brutality fed into the exploration of the themes of good and evil that underpin many of Golding’s novels from ‘Lord of the Flies’ onwards.

In Golding’s ‘fable’, the central characters of the novel point us towards various aspects of the human condition – Ralph, unwillingly (like Moses) chosen as leader who tries to be a civilising influence on the others; Piggy, thoughtful, rational, but mocked – in a way the conscience of the novel; Jack the cruel, dictatorial figure, his bravado hiding his inner insecurity;  and Simon the innocent sacrificial victim who recognises that the ‘Beast’ feared by the other children doesn’t stalk the island as an external reality but is alive within them all. For Golding ‘the ‘beast within’ is always waiting to leap out, or be projected. This fable captures one’s  imagination because its themes are mythic, archetypal. They speak to the human condition. Our grandeur, our folly, our degradation.

And at the heart of the book are the great religious and spiritual and moral questions about good and evil – and specifically: is evil (that is cruelty, destructiveness, the urge towards sadism and savagery) – is this innate in every human being? As a Christian, believing in ‘original sin’, some fatal God-given design flaw in the human personality, Golding did believe in the bestial within the human psyche, the human soul. He certainly recognized it within himself, alongside his Nobel prize-winning sophistication.

Judaism’s traditional understanding of the human personality rejected the notion of ‘original sin’. “The soul you have given us is pure” we say at the start of every morning service: “You created it, you formed it, you make it live within me…” That seems definitive, a belief in a kind of original purity or innocence. Yet a moment later, the rabbis who constructed and composed the liturgy complicate the picture, and we find ourselves praying  “let no evil within us control us…help us hold fast to the good within us…” This picks up the rabbinic understanding that the soul, our selves, our psyches, contain two impulses, two forms of energy: the impulse towards goodness and the impulse towards evil. We are plural.

For the rabbis who created the Judaism we have inherited, this is the daily battle: evil is a potential, it is latent, just as goodness is a potential. Neither are the essence of who we are, but they are qualities of being, of feeling and inclination that are fluid, that flow within us, and out of us, and between us. Our souls are, in that sense, embattled. We are under siege, as Freud recognised, from conscious and unconscious forces, that release in us kindness and compassion and love – but also pull us towards aggression and hatred in all their many guises.

And this takes us to the heart of the Passover/Pesach story. Slavery (ancient and modern) is a manifestation of the yetzer ha’ra, that inclination towards the destructive that is rooted in us. Slavery is the subjugation, the brutalisation, of human beings by other human beings. It can be in personal or family relationships;  or systemic, like the Egyptian treatment of the Hebrew people. And in the Biblical myth, this is symbolised by Pharoah’s hard-heartedness, his refusal – his inability – to lose power, or to be seen to be losing power, in the face of Moses’s request, plea, demand, that the Israelites’ ancestral God was addressing the injustice, the inhumanity, of slavery, with a counter-force, a force on the side of life: “Let My people go…”

I will resist bringing in at this point the stubbornness and equivocations and self-mythologising of Mr Trump, and Mr Netanyahu’s triumphalism entwined with the  fear of losing power – it’s almost too easy to draw parallels between the character of Pharoah and what we see being enacted at the moment in the Middle East. Far be it for me to be polemical about these things.

I will just stick to the old story, the ever-new old story. Because the story is complex enough. And that’s due to two elements at least. The first is how the story presents servitude – not in opposition to liberation and freedom, but as an inevitable part of the fabric of life. Within the Biblical drama, the narrators highlight that the choice the people of Israel have is between two kinds of servitude. The Hebrew word avodah conveys slavery, servitude, and service. “Let My people go”, says Adonai, “to serve Me” (Exodus 7:26). That’s the choice the Biblical narrative offers throughout the book of Exodus: you serve human masters, or you serve God.

No wonder the Israelites, once they were freed from Egypt, kept rebelling against Moses’ leadership and saying, as it were: ‘Take us back to Egypt: we knew where we were with that servitude. But serving an enigmatic, peripatetic, divine energy shlepping us hither and thither through a barren desert, an endless journey towards God-knows-where, who needs that?’

One often hears a person say that they want to ‘serve God’ . But what does that mean? One also hears that people ‘want to be free’. But what does that mean? So many forces and pressures around us and within us keep us enslaved – to conventions and habits and beliefs and ways of being. Do we really experience freedom? Or just new forms of servitude? Maybe serving God might begin to seem attractive – if we had any idea what it meant.

So this is one complexity of the old, ever-new story. Questions about what we find ourselves enslaved to. And the security such servitude might provide. Consciously and unconsciously.

And the other complexity is just as difficult. Maybe more so. It is about the part of the story, the part of our myth, that even the rabbis of old felt uncomfortable with. That in order for the Hebrew people to leave Egypt, a huge range of destructive energy had to flow against the Egyptian people.

As the Torah tells it – and the haggadah text we read at seder night rehearses in pointed, poignant  detail – the ten plagues created a series of catastrophes for the Egyptians, culminating in that awful final plague, striking at the firstborn of the land, from the household of Pharoah down to the captives in the dungeons of Egypt: a curious detail, a death sentence on the innocent that affected everyone from the Enslaver-in-Chief to the enslaved of the enslavers (Exodus 12:29).

God the liberator is also God the destroyer – a theological dilemma that the rabbis of old wrestled with, just as we wrestle with it. They created the (self-comforting) tradition of diminishing our wine as we count out the plagues at the seder table, and they created the homiletic story that accompanies the Torah narrative describing the drowning of the Egyptian army as it pursues the children of Israel into the Sea of Reeds:

‘At that time’, says the midrash, ‘the ministering angels wanted to sing a song of praise to the Holy One, blessed be He; but He restrained them, saying: “My creatures are drowning in the sea, and you would sing before me!”’ (Babylonian Talmud: Megillah 10b)

Does that do it? Does that address sufficiently the conundrum of belonging to a tradition that celebrates the impassioned energy of a compassionate God who is also dispassionate enough to deal out death to those who stand in the way of the divine plan? That’s our story, our fable, our myth. That our God is always on the side of life, and the sacredness of life, of every life, Jew and non-Jew, God is always that – except when God is not that: when whatever is the divine equivalent of the ‘Beast within’ breaks through, when the destructiveness of being breaks out.

In the presence of this destructiveness we may well choose silence. Silence or protest. Human evil, human aggression and destructiveness, is hard enough to bear. But all the monotheistic religions also attribute this aggression to God as well. As we celebrate Passover/Pesach – and there is a lot to celebrate – we wrestle with this conundrum. And what I have outlined here becomes a spiritual challenge: how can we take on and integrate the life-enhancing dimensions of the God of our tradition, that asks us to inhabit compassion and justice and kindness and forgiveness -while at the same time distancing ourselves from the aspects of God that are present in the texts, and in us, but that we don’t want to dominate us or control us? The wish to punish, the seeking of revenge, the hostility we feel to those who are different, the hatred of those who might seek our harm.

How do we ensure that ‘no evil within us controls us’? How do we ‘hold fast to the good within us’? The Passover/Pesach story highlights these questions. It doesn’t give us answers but it tries to make sure we don’t take these questions lightly. The perennial questions about the God of our tradition will never go away.  But they are matched by the questions we might ask about ourselves, questions about – in Golding’s words – “what human beings were capable of”. And still are.

Meanwhile, we celebrate the freedoms we have, while recognising how circumscribed are those freedoms for so many. And we celebrate the freedoms we have because – faced by the aggressions let loose in the world – we don’t know how long we will have them.    

[based on a sermon given at Finchley Reform Synagogue, London, April 4^th,2026. Some of the details about Golding and ‘Lord of the Flies’ are from a review by Alan Jenkins (of Golding’s Letters) in the Times Literary Supplement, 20/3/26]

In June 2025 Israel – aided by the United States – claimed  a “historic victory” (Netanyahu) over Iran after a twelve day bombing campaign.

Seven months later Israel’s bombing resumed.

Aided and abetted by the United States, historic victories turn out to be pyrrhic victories in a perma-war – a war without end that depends upon the complicity of Israelis and Diaspora Jews alike. 

After thirty years of rhetoric about Iran being an ‘existential threat’ to Israel, it turns out that the opposite is true: Israel – the only Middle Eastern country with nuclear weapons – turns out to have been an existential threat to the Iranian regime. And to the shaky stability of Lebanon.

91% of the Jewish Israeli public are said to support the current war against Iran. While Israelis party in bomb shelters, the seeds are sown within the Middle East for the next generation of haters of the State of Israel.

The humiliation heaped on the despots of Iran will make it more likely – not less so – that Iran will feel a new urgency in the task of creating a nuclear weapon. This is not paranoia, merely the sober assessment of key figures in Israel’s military intelligence.

Israel has abandoned its Judaic roots in the ancient prophetic hope that the Jewish people would be ‘a light to the nations’. It feels secure only in the knowledge that it remains the object of a longstanding and ineradicable hatred: safety resides – paradoxically – in knowing its enemies and remaining vigilant against them. This pseudo-comfort cannot be maintained: the mantle  of victimhood will always be threadbare.

October 7^th 2023 undermined this faith in the virtues of eternal vigilance. But once the omnipotent fantasy of being able to guard against all attackers is shattered, there is nothing to replace it. Rather than self-reflection or a change of heart, there is only a doubling-down on the failed fantasy of omnipotence. This compulsion to repeat the errors of the past is now ingrained in the mentality of the State – but sold to the populace (and Diaspora Jews) as realism.

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Israel’s use of white phosphorus – illegal within the international laws of war – is documented in the campaign in Lebanon. White phosphorus causes serious burns and emits toxic fumes. It causes intense pain and multi-organ failure. Israel is proud to call itself the ‘most moral army in the world’. Although there is evidence for attempts to limit civilian casualties – leafletting in advance of bombing, etc – the claim to be the ‘most moral army in the world’ stretches the term ‘moral’ beyond the bounds of credibility.

Meanwhile, Jewish terrorism gathers pace – the campaign of settler violence against Palestinians in the West Bank, aided by the police and sometimes soldiers, includes the murder of civilians, the burning of property and homes, and the stealing of sheep on which livelihoods depend. If these attacks were against Jews they would be called ‘pogroms’ but when so-called ‘religious’ Jews perpetrate these crimes – that amount to an attempt at ethnic cleansing – no prosecutions are forthcoming. Through its inactivity, its tacit encouragement of these crimes, the State of Israel is complicit in the desecration of Jewish ethical values, yet outraged when this is pointed out.

There is however a growing backlash in Israel against this terrorism. It is now named as ‘terrorism’  by former Israeli prime minister Ehud Olmert, two former heads of Israel’s military and five chiefs of Mossad and Shin Bet intelligence agencies, who have jointly appealed to the International Criminal Court (the ICC) to intervene. Diaspora Jews who are equally appalled at the ethno-nationalist triumphalism being enacted daily against the Palestinians of the West Bank need to know about, publicise and support by all means available this attempt by senior figures in Israel to stop these crimes.

These crimes not only bring suffering to the innocent but bring shame onto the Jewish people. As does the ongoing victimization of the people of Gaza, corralled into half their former lands, and still suffering from displacement, hunger and almost daily bombardment. This is a ‘ceasefire’ in name only, concealing more than 600 deaths since it came into force in October 2025.

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As we approach the festival of Pesach (Passover) we bring to mind the ancient rallying-cry of the enslaved Hebrew people: “Let My people go”. Spoken by Moses to Pharoah in the Biblical saga – in the name of the enigmatic divine power whom Moses had unwillingly tethered himself to – this call was resisted time and again by the all-powerful ruler of Egypt. The saga – a key aspect of the foundational mythos of the Jewish people – dramatizes how an energy that animates all of life (that became known to the people as Adonai, ‘The One Who Is’) is a force supporting human freedom rather than oppression, a force that animates all who support human flourishing in the face of human aggression.

That this force is portrayed in the Biblical legend as both creative, nurturing and inspirational as well as destructive and delivering of death complicates one’s understanding of the Hebraic picture of the divine. Like humanity – whose contradictory qualities are mirrored in the image of the Biblical deity – God’s capacity to generate life and freedom is balanced by the capacity to bring life to an end. The figure who demands “Let My people go” is also the One who is portrayed as killing the firstborn of Egypt. Does liberation from oppression always require others to die?

This saga has become an archetype and inspiration for liberation movements throughout history. We recall it today as the forces of war, of oppression, of victimization, of Pharaonic god-like triumphalism, stalk the Middle East, cradle of those numinous stories that suggest that compassion, justice and the sacredness of human life are values that are always under threat from those in power who seek to bend others to their will.

At Pesach this year we say once more: “Let My people go” – it is a message to the prime ministers and presidents whose oppressive regimes and self-aggrandizing policies are so antagonistic to human freedom: leaders who hold their own people in thrall to false narratives of hope (‘I know what is best for you, for our country, for our future’) will one day be defeated by those who value liberation over oppression.

Pesach is a festival of hope – that in spite of the political dominance of those who hold in contempt the sacredness of life, our contemporary exemplars of Pharaonic self-regard and omnipotent thinking will one day cease to enslave their people in propaganda, lies and self-serving justifications for aggression.

As we gather this year we renew our hope in the faith that has sustained us over the ages – faith in the spirit of Adonai, the spirit of justice, the spirit of compassion and the spirit of peace.

May those days come soon, in our times.

[Please feel free to forward this blog posting, or use it to generate conversation if you are gathering this week for a seder ceremony]

Rediscovering Hermann Cohen

Who would you name as the most important Jewish philosopher of the 19^th century? People still talk about Samson Raphael Hirsch (1808–1888) the founder of Neo-Orthodoxy, Abraham Geiger (1810–1874) the leading proponent of Reform Judaism, Leopold Zunz (1794–1886) who founded the so-called ‘Science of Judaism’ (Wissenschaft des Judentums) making Jewish studies a modern academic disciple. Some might add Karl Marx to the list. But Hermann Cohen (1842–1918)? Who now talks about him? Or has even heard of him?

I have been talking about Jewish teachers and Jewish thought for a long time now but I don’t think I have ever even mentioned Hermann Cohen and the significance of his thinking. He died in 1918 so his work overlaps somewhat with both Martin Buber and Franz Rosenzweig – of course their influence on Jewish thinking has been enormous and they have come to overshadow Cohen, who was nevertheless an inescapable influence on both of them.

I’d like to approach Cohen through the lens of one verse in our weekly Torah portion. It is such a familiar text that you might have become rather blasé about what a radical concept it articulates.

 “You shall not do wrong to a stranger, you shall not oppress them, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt” (Exodus 22:20) – 36 times the Torah speaks about this core ethical command. As you can imagine, strangers – outsiders to a society – suffered discrimination then as they do now. The stranger is always at risk from the ignorance, the prejudice, the fear of any majority community to which they don’t innately belong.  

But underpinning Jewish consciousness is the historical memory of being outsiders, in Egypt; and the Biblical writers’ awareness of this was so omnipresent that they made it the cornerstone of  interpersonal Jewish ethical living: an enhanced concern for those we don’t naturally think of as ‘us’.  The Torah mandated that those living amongst us who were not inherently one of ‘us’ were to be embraced, protected, cared about, as if they were one of us. They are, as it were, family. Our human family.

As I said, I think we can get blasé about this : we may not appreciate just how revolutionary  – and subversive – an idea that was two and a half millennia ago; let alone in Trump’s America or for certain politicians closer to home in the UK.  

Hermann Cohen’s comment on this verse goes like this: “This law of shielding the alien from all wrong is of vital significance in the history of religion. With it alone, true Religion begins. The alien was to be protected, not because he was a member of one’s family, clan, religious community, or people; but because he was a human being. In the alien, therefore, man discovered the idea of humanity.”

For Cohen, the treatment of the other is the foundation stone around which Jewish ethics is built. He understood ‘loving one’s neighbour’ as inclusive not exclusive. He read it as a universalistic demand rooted in our shared humanity with others, not a particularistic demand to look after our own. The Biblical emphasis on protecting the stranger was a call to a morality of care over and above those whom conventional thinking might prioritise – “one’s family, clan, religious community, or people”, as he put it.  Charity might ‘begin at home’, in conventional thinking – but Judaism’s core demand was to transcend conventional thinking, self-absorbed thinking, emotionally complacent thinking, tribal thinking, and embrace a much more demanding and maybe uncomfortable ethical position. The inherited memory of our history of outsiderdom becomes the catalyst for moral action in the present.

So Cohen’s reading of the Torah, his understanding of the Jewish task in the world, sees Jews as having a distinctive ethical contribution to make: to be a particular people whose concern goes beyond our own group. He saw this as a model of how to bring the messianic age – universal concern for all, beyond nationalism, transforms the divisions and conflicts of what is into the harmony and fraternity of what could be.

There is a terrible, and tragic, irony in all this: Cohen experienced himself to be, and saw Jews in Germany to be, an integral part of German society, indeed European society. They were now emancipated, it was the modern condition – Jews were now newly permitted to enter fully into the mainstream of national life. He’d studied at Dresden, Berlin  and Halle universities, by 1875 he was professor in philosophy at Marburg, he was completely integrated into the life of his homeland while recognising that, historically, Jews had been vulnerable wherever they lived, they had suffered over the generations – and suffered with dignity – while remaining true to their faith; and although of course he was aware that they still suffered from prejudice, he believed that the only way Jews could overcome this history was by emphasising and enacting their moral mission. Their mission was pedagogic – to teach the universal ethic of sustained humanitarianism. That was the Jewish purpose in whatever land they lived – and Jews needed to live in many lands to fulfil this purpose (that’s why he opposed Zionism). He was committed to Diasporism as the route to societal transformation, as the route to the messianic age foretold in the Biblical texts.

He was the archetypal representative of what became known as the German-Jewish symbiosis, the idea originating with Moses Mendelsohn in the 18^th century, who had argued for a synthesis of Jewish tradition and German Enlightenment ideals. Jews could be fully acculturated in their homelands in Europe, said Mendelsohn, and still stay true to Jewish practices, beliefs and values. And for over a century this is what happened: Jews integrated into German and Central European life and became adept in law, medicine, business as well as providing new creative energy within literary, scientific and artistic life across the continent.  

So Hermann Cohen’s commitment to social justice was part of  a wider and deeper shift in Jewish self-understanding about how to be both Jewish and European.  This was the first time in history this had been possible. And although assimilation and conversion were also aspects of the Jewish response to modernity, Cohen represented the ways in which one could be fully participating in one’s national culture while maintaining and enacting one’s Jewish religious beliefs and practices.  

But the tragic irony of this, of course, was the way in which within twenty years of Cohen’s  death Germany had turned against its fellow Jews – with all the horrors that was to involve. Some might argue – this became part of the currency of Zionist thinking, particularly after the Shoah – that what happened in Nazi times negated the whole rationale of Jewish purpose that someone like Hermann Cohen represented. Perhaps that’s why he fell out of fashion. In the 1960s Gershon Scholem, for example, called the German-Jewish symbiosis  a ‘one-sided love affair’ – that Jews were naïve in believing they were fully accepted and their contributions welcomed. Well, there is some evidence for Scholem’s scepticism – but there’s nothing like being wise after the event.

But I would like to rehabilitate, as it were, Hermann Cohen’s philosophical Jewish idealism – to rescue it from the condescension of history. Because if social justice is not the centrepiece of ethical Judaism in the Diaspora, or in Israel – if it is relegated to a sideshow or a luxury – then it is hard to know what justifies the dogged determination of the Jewish people to keep on going as a distinctive people. Without adherence to the core justification for Jewishness – to bring the divine into the world through acts of compassion, love and justice – we might as well just assimilate and have done with the whole crazy project.

For me the significance of Cohen has taken on a new urgency in the light of the last few years in our long and complex history. Cohen believed that Jews were destined to fulfil their ethical obligations – their mission, so to speak – as participants in the countries in which they lived. He disagreed with his contemporary Martin Buber in this. Buber felt that the dispersion of the Jews meant they were prevented from collective self-realization. That led Buber to support Zionism, although he maintained a consistent ethical stance about its obligations in relation to those already living in the land, that statehood should not be built on the suffering of the Arab Palestinians. So while Cohen did not support the Zionist project, what they agreed on was that the Jewish mission in the world had a universalistic aim, a messianic aim of societal transformation. They just disagreed about whether Jews needed a separate state to fulfil this.

In some ways I would suggest that Buber’s vision is now buried under the rubble of Gaza and is being desecrated daily on the hilltops and valleys of the West Bank. Which leaves us Diaspora Jews with the dilemma: Cohen or Buber? Do we stay true to Cohen’s messianic hopefulness that here where we live is the Zion in which Torah is enacted and our moral responsibilities as Jews find their expression? Or do we stay true to Buber’s messianic hopefulness that despite the failures and flaws of Jewish nationalism, the pain it has caused, the opprobrium it has garnered that has spilled out onto Jews around the world, do we stay true to the hope that the Jewish mission of bringing compassion and justice to a fractured world can be salvaged from the ruins? That a national home can recover, restore, its Jewish values for the good not just of fellow Jews but for the strangers, the outsiders, with which we share a common humanity?

[my thoughts on Hermann Cohen are a development of themes laid out in Adam Sutcliffe’s brilliant text ‘What Are Jews For? History, Peoplehood and Purpose’ (Princeton University Press, 2020]

[based on a sermon at Finchley Reform Synagogue, London, February 14th, 2026]

Whoever constructed the literary architecture of the Torah – and in particular the book of Genesis that we concluded this week in our annual cycle of synagogue readings – whoever those unnamed narrators of our sacred fictions might have been, they were writers whose boldness of vision, whose daring in the crafting and shaping of their stories, continues to take one’s breath away. Breathtaking is too casual a word for what they achieved, for the inheritance they left behind them.

Just consider the narrative arc of Genesis: it takes us from the vast panoramic evocation of creation, magisterial in its stately poetic unfolding of an evolutionary process, culminating in humanity; and then, the jewel in the crown of creation, quite unexpectedly – an additional act of benign creativity: the blessings of rest. Shabbat, a breathing space, a respite from all that divine activity that binds us into the fabric of being, for all of time, time unfolding moment by moment as we contemplate creation’s grandeur, its unlikeliness, its random and awesome being-here-nowness – just consider how that narrative arc takes us from all that cosmic drama through fifty chapters to the end of the first section of the Torah: and what do we find there? A dead man, shut in a box.

I like to imagine those writers thinking to themselves: yes, we will take them – our readers, our listeners – on a journey, a journey starting with cosmic grandeur and ending – yes, why not? – in an airless coffin, no breath, no life at all. Let’s see what they make of that destination for our sacred story: Joseph, embalmed in an alien receptacle – coffins were Egyptian artefacts, they didn’t exist in Canaan, the ancestral home, and this is the only time in the Hebrew Bible that we find this word aron used to mean a coffin. 

And just to drive home the irony of this destination, let’s make the last two words of our text “ba’aron b’mitzrayim”(50:26) – Joseph is placed, literally, “in a box, in Egypt”. And we remember that the word Mitzrayim itself has a root meaning of ‘a narrow place’. So: ‘In a box, in a narrow place’ – our journey’s end.

So the storytellers take us through creation and the development of humanity to focus in on one family, a family of Hebrews (Ivrim = ‘boundary crossers’), the family of Abraham and Sara and Hagar, and their children, and their children’s children, through the generations, the focus steadily homing in on the dramas and betrayals, the jealousies and envy, the gradual revelation of the complexities of intergenerational and inter-tribal rivalries, zooming in and zooming out as the generations come and go, right up to this section of Torah with Joseph and his dying father, Jacob – who wants to be buried back in der heim, the homeland, Canaan, a wish that we notice Joseph, the next generation, does not share.

Nor do his brothers, by the way; because having buried their father back in the family plot in Hebron (source of such grievous hostility and oppression right up to today), the brothers choose to return with Joseph back to Egypt (50:14), as if – dare one say this? – as if the enhanced diasporic possibilities of life in an advanced Egyptian cultural and economic milieu were a bit more attractive than herding sheep and tending goats in the ancestral valleys.

Still, it is a narrative arc to reckon with: from creation, b’reshit, to a coffin, ba’aron, with its subtle play on words – taking the first three Hebrew letters of the Bible’s first word, B’reshit [bet, resh, aleph], and inverting them in this penultimate word in Genesis, box/coffin : bet, aleph, resh. From birth to death, it’s the journey of humanity, and of each tribe, and of each individual. This is our story. From the grandeur of the universe to the narrow places. And how far is one from the other, ever? One letter changes in the text of your life and your world turns inside out, or upside down.  Death always only a heartbeat away.

Our storytellers obviously believed that these small details – whether involving wordplay or the symbolism and imaginative resonances of their imagery – carried weight and meaning. This became the lifeblood of Jewish tradition, the endless exploration of our sacred texts, the turning them and turning them for everything of value for life was contained within them (Pirke Avot 5:22). Or could be projected into them. And in truth I would prefer to dwell in this world, eternally rich and suggestive. The problem though is that I am aware that it is not the only world I live in, far from it. To talk like this, with feet planted in Biblical mythos and exegesis, feels like a luxury I can’t allow myself, can’t emotionally or intellectually afford any longer, at this late stage in Jewish history.  It’s a kind of betrayal – or I feel it as such.

Because I don’t live with two feet planted in tradition (and neither do you) : I have one foot, and often both feet, unfirmly slithering around in the muddy  ground of modernity, the world of the omnipresent 24-hour news cycle, the world where, as the Italian philosopher and anti-fascist politician Antonio Gramsci wrote in the 1930s: ‘The old world is dying and the new world struggles to be born’. Farewell to surefootedness.

Gramsci was imprisoned in 1926 and remained in jail until just before his death in 1937  but his Prison Notebooks are filled with insight and many quotable sentences. ‘The old world is dying and the new world struggles to be born’ is often quoted – but less familiar is the second half of the sentence. The whole text reads : ‘The old world is dying and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters’.

Mussolini and Hitler were obviously on his mind – but who are the monsters now? Am I allowed to speak of the monsters now? One person’s monster is another person’s hero: Putin, Trump, Orban, Netanyahu, Farage. How do we separate the hero from the monster? How do I speak, craft words in public, in the ‘time of monsters’, when, as Gramsci added, ‘morbid phenomena of the most varied kind come to pass’?

As 2026 begins we’d be naïve not to acknowledge – amidst a world filled with many wondrous acts of kindness and generosity and selfless dedication, many ways in which the best parts of human nature keep the world going – it’d be naïve to turn a blind eye to the ways in which collectively we seem to be moving from a world order, of sorts, to world disorder. I don’t need to catalogue the multiple ways in which our futures are in hock to vested interests and corruption and global economic inequalities.

Under threat are  moderation, tolerance of difference, the capacity to listen to other views than one’s own, the wherewithal to separate fact from fiction, truth from disinformation, authenticity from fakery and propaganda and wishful thinking. Problematic convictions are held with passionate – often violent – intensity. What balm is there for the soul amidst all this disordered living?

The morbidity of these trends seems to be intensifying as this decade goes on – but disagreements abound about which of the varied ‘phenomena…that are coming to pass’, as Gramsci puts it, are the morbid ones.

Is hostility to immigration, asylum, migration, the turning back of children in boats crossing the Channel – one in five of those in the boats are children – is this hostility a morbid phenomenon or healthy, self-protective patriotism?

Are the flags we’ve seen sprouting up and down the land (or in the synagogue) morbid phenomena – or proud acts of group identity?

Is the uprooting of olive trees and the terrorising of Palestinian families on the West Bank, the pogroms and the illegal settlements, the bans on humanitarian agencies in now-divided Gaza with over a million people living in flimsy tents at the mercy of the elements (and ongoing ceasefire-breaking bombing): are these morbid phenomena? Or birth-pangs of the messianic age, steps towards the fulfilment of ancestral Biblical dreams, and wishes for Jewish security? 

Is the wish for a land free of Palestinians a pious hope or a morbid phenomenon? Is the analogous wish for a land free of Jews a pious hope or a morbid phenomenon?

Everywhere in the disorder there is splitting, there is projection, there is displacement, there is scapegoating – but this psychological language, the psychological understanding of the inbuilt fractured nature, the everyday mental derangements, of the human psyche, this kind of understanding of the self or of groups doesn’t seem to help us. Disorder and chaos and confusion rules within our unquiet hyper-stimulated minds – and the world we see reflects and acts out our inner turbulence.  

There is so much cruelty in these disordered times and so many morbid symptoms that we don’t want to know about, don’t want to have to think about. And Jews are absolutely no better at thinking about these things than anyone else. Indeed I sometimes think that because of the trauma we unconsciously carry in our psyches – generations old – we might find it more difficult to think about things with clarity, with insight, with sensitivity to nuance, with openness of the heart. With so much trauma unresolved – let alone acknowledged – we find it well-nigh impossible to inhabit a still point in a turning world, a point of view shaped by the timeless vision of prophetic insight and moral teaching, rather than the passions and fears of the moment (which are never just fears of the moment, but mixed with hauntings from the past).

For example it might be very difficult for us to think about whether the rise in antisemitism around the world in recent decades – and particularly in the last few years – might in any way be connected with the ongoing injustices suffered by the Palestinians within and outside of Israel, with the lack of progress towards a Palestinian state, with the erasure in the last two years of  manageable life in Gaza, with 70,000 deaths, maybe a third of them children. It is as if we can’t bear to join the dots on the mental map. And literally can’t bear to have the thought that antipathy to Jews might be connected in the popular imagination, the unschooled-in-subtleties imagination – yes misguidedly connected, mistakenly connected, unjustly connected – but that such anti-Jewish feelings might be connected to the destruction of Gazan lives and livelihoods, of doctors and journalists and teachers, of religious buildings and universities – actions done in the name of what is so proudly and insistently called the ‘Jewish state’.

We can’t allow ourselves to connect the dots on the map this way; and  there are strident voices in the Jewish community here and abroad who tell us we are not allowed to think this way – to make these self-evident connections.

But why are we not allowed to wonder if the tragedy of Bondi beach might in some perverse way be connected to how Jews are being seen around the world as supporters of, or accomplices to, crimes against civilians in Gaza and the occupied territories. This doesn’t justify terrorism, of course – indiscriminate murder can never be justified, please don’t misunderstand what I am saying –  but murderous feelings do get generated by injustices, individual and collective, as the story of Joseph and his murder-minded brothers has been teaching us from the beginning of our history.

Are we allowed to talk about this? I think we have to, that not only our psychological wellbeing depends on it, but our physical security too. Our safely as Jews will increasingly depend on our honesty about what is happening, and what has been done, in our name. That lack of honesty was on display in Netanyahu’s boorish response to the atrocity in Sydney when the Israeli prime minister berated his Australian counterpart by reminding him that he’d recently written to him: “I wrote: ‘Your call for a Palestinian state pours fuel on the antisemitic fire’”.  The lack of honesty here is characteristic: it’s in the inability to consider that the opposite is more likely to be true – that it is the lack of a Palestinian state that pours fuel on antisemitic feelings. The whole history of injustice – from the Nakba onwards – pours fuel on antisemitic feelings.

There is a blemish on the soul of the Jewish people and we Jews – particularly in the Diaspora – are having to suffer because Israel has highjacked our history, and our purpose in the world – to be ‘a light to the nations’ (Isaiah 42:6; 49:6), to be and bring a blessing to humanity (Genesis 12:2).

So here I am standing uncomfortably with one foot in the messiness and muddle of 2026’s unfolding chaos – and one foot in the fertile homeland of these Biblical texts that have been our glory, our treasure house, our security, our salvation, over the generations. Texts can be, of course, misconstrued, twisted into shapes that are malign – that happens in every religious tradition; but I refuse to let these texts be hijacked by fanatics who wish to reduce them to, or co-opt them for, racist supremacism.

Here in the Diaspora, I don’t read them that way: when the texts of tradition lead to cruelty something has gone very wrong and we need to be able to call out those who are poisoning our heritage and our good name. When I come back to these texts, insist on them, it is to play with them, dream with them, feel inspired by them to help us tell stories about the complexity of the human condition, and the hopefulness encoded within our tradition, a hopefulness and a tradition rooted in compassion and kindness and justice and generosity of spirit.

These divine qualities are incarnated in us – but the Torah show us that these qualities are always in a battle with our darker natures. Engaging with the Torah keeps us alert to the interplay of darkness and light within our psyches. The stakes are high. If we fail to acknowledge the complexities and contradictions in the human heart – and the Torah keeps on illuminating these dynamics – then what begins in wonder and creativity can only end with us trapped in a box, a coffin of despair and darkness.

As 2026 begins I refuse to be locked into the narrowest of narrow places – ‘the whole world hates us!’ – because that’s a  place with no hope of a redemption to come.

[based on a sermon given at Finchley Reform Synagogue, London, January 3^rd, 2026]

I wonder if the storytellers of the Bible knew, two and a half millennia ago, that they were creating stories, narratives, sagas, that would be read until the end of time?  They must have been aware that they were crafting, weaving,  a set of stories to give one people, the Hebrew people, the Israelite people, a tapestry of meaning, of identity, to wrap themselves inside, a verbal tallit woven out of words, words that gave their people a sense of belonging, a sense of continuity, a  sense of being enveloped in an evolving story.

And they may have glimpsed too how they were crafting texts where the readers, the listeners, would understand that they were inheritors of, and participants in, an unfolding holy drama that each generation was writing with their lives. But they couldn’t have known, surely, how long these narratives would last, how long their inspired verbal craftsmanship would remain part of the world’s literature and find an enduring place in human consciousness.

Of course we can’t know what they thought they were doing. And maybe it doesn’t matter what they thought they were doing. What matters more, perhaps, is what we think we are doing, in the Jewish community, faithfully reading and chanting these texts week after week, century after century, in an endless cycle of celebration, reverence, puzzlement – sometimes boredom – in a process like alchemy, where we take the ancient time-bound material and – hopefully – transform it, transmute it, into something living and sustaining, something that transcends its rootedness in a small, insignificant Middle Eastern tribe and becomes ours, something that nurtures the soul and fertilises the imagination, that speaks from what is far away and long gone and yet can touch us and speak to us here and now.

Va-yera – the name of the sedrah we read this week is taken from its first word (Genesis 18:1). We could spend all our time with this one word. ‘And there appeared’, ‘and there was seen’, ‘and there came into view’. It is like the start of a play: someone is sitting at the threshold of their home, their tent, their doorstep, their stoop, their front porch – we could be anywhere, in the desert, or the outback, or the Lower East Side, or a coastal town in Kent, or the leafy suburbs of any city; and three strangers appear. The drama is universal – strangers appearing in the heat of the day, ‘out of nowhere’ (as we like to say). Although of course they have always come from somewhere.

And our authors, our dramatists, our storytellers conjure up these strangers, these new arrivals, who appear on the doorstep of our hero – Abraham in our story – whose first response is the key to what follows. He ‘looks up’ (va’yar) ‘he sees’. Attuned to the rhythms of the Biblical narrators, we notice the repetition: ‘Va-yera … va-yar’,  passive and active forms of the verb  ‘to see’.

First comes the theology – Va-yera Adonai , ‘the Eternal One appeared’ , or just ‘the Eternal appeared’ – and we the readers, listeners, are let into the sacred dimension of the story, a story about how divinity reaches us through other human beings.

Something appears over the horizon of our consciousness, something comes into view, Va-yera – and Abraham responds va-yar: ‘and he looked, he saw’. Does he ‘see into’ what was unfolding? Does he understand its deeper significance? The text doesn’t tell us.

What Abraham sees is three strangers and his response is instinctive:  hospitality, generosity, food and shelter. And in chapter 19, Lot too – Abraham’s nephew – is sitting at the gates of the city, in the cool of the day, and two strangers appear and he too (the text emphasises it), he too  va-yar, ‘and he looked, he saw’ (Genesis 19:1) and he invites them to spend the night in his home: hospitality, generosity, bowing low, deference, a deep identification with what it means to be strangers in a strange land. And we remember that he too, like Abraham, had been a stranger in a strange land – they were immigrants from Ur of the Chaldees, making a new home for themselves far from their original homeland.

Migration is the universal story, we are all guests on the planet: here the universal story of human migration over time, over generations, is refracted through the particular tale woven by the narrators of the Torah, weaving a story for their own people in which they intuited – or so I like to think – that hospitality and generosity would be foundational to collective human survival on the planet.

I do like to think this, it gives me pleasure to think this. That the Torah teaches what it means to be human through its storytelling. At times these texts feel inspired by an understanding of the most profound truths about the human condition – but not in a sentimental way, for as this text in Genesis demonstrates, the Biblical texts speak about  both the human capacity for kindness and the human capacity for savagery.

We see how Lot’s actions are contrasted in the story with the aggression of the inhabitants of Sodom, who want to grab these strangers and subject them to the humiliation of rape (19:5). Gang rape is as universal, our Torah narrators know, as hospitality and generosity to strangers. Read the daily news, look up from your cornflakes and see what’s been happening in Sudan. The benign and the brutal reside together in the human heart and the dividing line between the two might be thinner than we fondly imagine, or wish to know. You see it as this story progresses,  when Lot refuses to surrender his guests to the mob, but instead offers them his two unwed daughters. And our modern sensibilities are outraged. The mob are not to brutalise the two strangers but they can do what they like, it seems, to the two young women (19:5-8). 

But before we have time to absorb this act of desperation by Lot, before we have had time to label it and judge it as misogynistic and patriarchal and contemptible – which it is – our storytellers craft a verse which on the level of straightforward narrative storytelling is redundant but at a deeper level, emotional and moral, is a moment revealing their sensitivity to a timeless dynamic.

“Stand back”, says the mob, “step aside…this guy [i.e. Lot] is an outsider come to live here and now he’s telling us what to do, let’s get him!” (19:9). I am translating colloquially because the Hebrew here becomes vivid, colourful, idiomatic; this is the language of populism at work. We know this dynamic only too well. This seemingly redundant verse shows how displacement works  as the mob shift the focus of their anger from the strangers to Lot, the defender of the strangers. Again, watch the news, listen to the denigration of, the attacks on, not only immigrants, asylum seekers, refugees but on their defenders, the lawyers or parliamentarians or Church of England clergy or charities who advocate for those who arrive on our UK shores seeking refuge and protection. 

The psychological depth of these texts continues to astonish me. As we listen in to, see into, the inner dynamics and moral complexities of the stories, we realise that the storytellers are not just talking to us, they are talking about us. And part of their giftedness seems to be how often they refuse to resolve the moral ambiguities of the lives they speak about.

They might signpost directions for us to pursue, but they often leave questions radically open, as for example in this story where we have Lot’s protectiveness towards the strangers juxtaposed with his callousness to his daughters.

But the narrative isn’t finished with these two women. Their honour remains intact as the mob turn their fury towards Lot. At this point the two strangers intervene – and the mob are temporarily blinded (19:11). What’s going on? As we read this, we too can’t see what is happening. Like the mob, we can’t find a way to get in: we stand outside the text, dazzled by a mystery. What is happening is blindingly unobvious (to coin a phrase). But the bottom line is that Lot is saved, along with his family – and this includes his two young unmarried daughters.

And so, as this tumultuous apocalyptic chapter ends, having fled the city, Lot finds himself without a wife, living in a cave with his daughters (19:30) – two young women who turn out not to be so innocent after all. In a bravura scene of compassionate and dispassionate storytelling, the women ply their father with wine, and over two nights each one lies with their father and is impregnated by him. The women know that the survival of the family, the continuity of the family – and for all they know after the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, the survival of the human race – depends on them. The young women prioritise life over death, the continuity of life over questions of conventional societal morality.

As so often in Biblical storytelling these women are anonymous, but their role in the story of their people – although far from unambiguous from a conventional moral perspective, as is Lot’s drunken activity in this scene – is nevertheless momentous. As our chapter ends, we note how the storytellers cast no aspersions on their characters or their taboo-breaking behaviours. It merely gives us the names of the children the women bear: Moab and Ben-Ammi, the progenitors of the Moabites and Ammonites. And that’s it: factual, unemotional, non-judgmental.

We readers, well versed in the texts of Torah, know that these tribes will become the traditional enemies of the Israelites. Which doesn’t sound like a great heritage for Lot’s daughters to be responsible for. Except that – and here again we have the Biblical storytellers’ penchant for the subversion of our expectations – we come to realize that one of the later consequences of what Lot’s daughters and Lot did is that a certain member of the Moabite people named Ruth enters the family of Israel, becoming part of the Hebrew people, and marrying Boaz; and the Book of Ruth lets us know that from this lineage comes royalty – no less a figure than King David. And later Biblical texts will suggest that through David’s line the Messiah, or the Messianic kingdom, will arise in the fullness of time. 

From incest to Davidic royalty to Messianic hopefulness. These stories complicate and undermine our wish for moral certainty – they keep us alert to the messiness, the baffling unpredictability of life as it unfolds through us and within us.  This is what makes them, for me, Torat Emet, as our Torah blessing says: a ‘Torah of truthfulness’.

But sometimes we can glimpse what is true only in passing, out the corner of our eye. But still, we keep on looking. 

[based on a sermon given at Finchley Reform Synagogue, London, 8th November 2025]

Act I

“And Hagar went, and sat at a distance…saying: ‘I can’t bear to see the death of the child’, and she sat at a distance and burst into tears” (Genesis 21:16-17). Keeping at a distance, the unbearable knowledge of deaths occurring as eyes are turned away, voices raised in distress, waiting for someone/something to intervene…is there a more poignant, prescient, verse in the Torah?

Jews enter the New Year and what are we asked to focus on? What do our Torah texts (Genesis 21 and 22) focus on? The tradition, in its wisdom and subversiveness, says: It’s all about life and death; the fragility of life and the ever-present shadow of death. In particular: death by design, death by callousness and neglect. Remember the binding of Isaac, says the tradition, remember how the continuity of the Jewish people hung on a knife-edge – literally: Abraham’s raised knife (Genesis 22:10). Remember the exile of Hagar and the rejection of her child, Ishmael.

Remember, the tradition says, how your own people matter, the Hebrew people, the Jewish people – and remember how other people matter who are not your people, the outsider Hagar, who was Egyptian, along with her child full of laughter and hope. Remember and see, the texts say, how from God’s point of view, ‘they’ matter as much as ‘us’. Their lives are as important, and valuable, as our lives.

Remember this, says the tradition, as the New Year begins and you seek to evaluate the meaning of your lives and the values you hold, remember that human life is precious. Jewish life, non-Jewish life, equally precious – from the point of view of the Holy One of Israel – and therefore that exquisite preciousness should be what you are committed to, you who stand here today as God’s special people, a specialness that insists – oh, divine paradox – that those who aren’t part of your community are as important, as valuable as human beings, as you are.

God has chosen you, says our tradition, to teach the world that chosenness by God is a universal phenomenon. You have been chosen to teach that chosenness belongs not to you alone but to all God’s creation. The value of each human life – this is what the tradition, in its wisdom and its subversiveness, offers to us as the New Year begins.  

Enough theology, more than enough some might say.

Act II – this text is a drama in 5 Acts.

You know this quotation, it comes in slightly different versions. This version is translated from the original German as preserved by the Martin-Niemöller Haus in Berlin:

When the Nazis came for the communists,
I kept quiet; I wasn’t a communist.

When they came for the trade unionists, I kept quiet;
I wasn’t a trade unionist.

When they locked up the social democrats, I kept quiet;
I wasn’t a social democrat.

When they locked up the Jews, I kept quiet;
I wasn’t a Jew.

When they came for me, there was no one left to protest.

There are times in history when events overwhelm religious institutions and organizations. When they allow their core values to go into eclipse. When, through a combination of pragmatism, fear – sometimes hypocrisy – they lose their moral compass for goodness, as the forces of history overwhelm the voices of conscience.  

Martin Niemöller was a German theologian and Lutheran pastor, conservative, anti-communist, he had conventional antisemitic feelings, was initially a supporter of Hitler, but as the 1930s went on his views underwent a profound re-orientation. As we know, from 1933 Nazi legislation sought to ban first Jews and then Poles, Slavs, Serbs and Russians – in other words ‘outsiders’ – from participation in civic society and social institutions: education, the law, health care, scientific research, the whole professional life of the nation was affected; and when the Nazis sought to take state control of the churches, the German Protestant Church, the Evangelische Kirche, split.

The majority of pastors and their communities stayed within the ReichsKirche, but Niemöller was a founder member of what became known as the Confessing Church, dedicated to standing apart from and opposing, as a matter of Christian conscience, the state’s racist laws and the Nazification of the Church.  There were mass arrests of Confessing Church pastors, including Niemöller in1937 – he spent the war years in Sachsenhausen concentration camp and then Dachau.

Before his arrest he continued to voice his dissent in his community but his sermons were published not at home but by Thomas Mann in the United States. (Mann had already gone into exile in 1933). Members of the Confessing Church were involved in hiding and saving Jews during the war, but once its leading figures were arrested, there was no-one to protest acts of resistance being seen as acts of treason – with predictable consequences. The most creative theologian of his generation, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, was hung in Flossenburg concentration camp.

That now famous text I quoted (1946) belongs to Niemöller’s post-war reflections on the moral abyss into which Germany had fallen and the way in which the majority of Christian religious groups and institutions had failed to adhere to the ethical vision of love of neighbour incarnated at the heart of their religious teaching. Niemöller dedicated his post-War life to questions about guilt and responsibility and what other options there might have been to stand against the criminal regime of the 1930s.

Act III

So, first we had theology, then we had history. Let’s have some politics, current affairs – what’s happening now. How did you feel about those 110 -150,000 benighted souls marching through London a few weeks ago? Waving their flags, shouting their slogans, all with a shared antipathy to so-called ‘outsiders’: those with brown skins or black skins, or non-European features, immigrants, asylum seekers, those here legally and illegally, those born in the UK and those who have come more recently. Hatred camouflaged in the language of patriotism (and militant Christian faith). Did it make you feel vulnerable? Did a chill go through you? Did it make you wonder: is this the shape of things to come? The future, not just resonances from the past?

Vulnerability is hard for us humans to bear. Yet feeling you are vulnerable, feeling not in control of your own lives or well-being, does not by itself turn you into a bigot or a racist or a xenophobe. But deprivation, be it economic or emotional or social, does lead to a build up of resentment and rage – and the wish to take out these feelings on others.

Feelings of hopelessness and despair, of pointlessness, feelings of life being without meaning – beneath the rage and the name-calling there are a lot of people suffering up and down the UK, and looking for someone to blame flows from this as night follows day. We see it throughout Europe, in the US, in the Middle East – and now we are seeing our homegrown version.

How as a society do we find ways of valuing each other? Jews in the Diaspora have always sought to make a contribution to the societies in which they live. They have in modernity become particularly gifted at this: as a Jewish community and as individual Jews we have made immense contributions to developing and nurturing people’s lives wherever we have lived. Through the justice system, in education and psychology, through scientific research, medicine, the arts – it’s endless.

This has been the glory of diasporic Jewry: being a ‘light to the nations’ and being a blessing. Jews have lived this out: religious and secular, believers and non-believers, those involved in Jewish communities and those who have been distant wanderers from community life, we have historically been carriers of an innate Judaic consciousness that cares about and celebrates the human spirit. I am not telling you anything you don’t know.  

But as people turn against Jews – for reasons I don’t need to spell out – it might become increasingly hard to keep on speaking out both about the needs of those outside our community – and the contributions we have made and can make to maintain the values of the society in which we live. So we need to work on this, and this might include raising our voices – as Niemöller taught – before it is too late.

To show solidarity with other minority groups, to defend the rights of fellow citizens, to recognise as the children and grandchildren and great grandchildren of immigrants, that there are multiple reasons why people might seek a safer new home in this country, and we of all peoples can recognise the potential value of newcomers to our shores.

We need to be able to protest against the weaponization of flags – wherever we see it, because Jews can be guilty of this too – and protest against the colonization of social media and TV channels and newspapers by bigotry and disinformation. The intrinsic value of each human being: we remember it today, it’s what those Torah portions we read help us remember, it helps us orientate our thinking. These texts, and the liturgy they generated, are our moral compass – particularly in fraught times.  

And the bottom line, the pragmatic line, is that this work is self-protective. Matin Niemöller’s distressed realization was that failure to defend and support other victimized groups ended up with nobody left to protect him. Sitting at a distance – the universal impulse, as the Torah describes – sitting at a distance and averting our eyes is a failure of responsibility. What we learn from our Torah texts is that that nowadays no divine messengers swoop in to intervene, but that we have been gifted the power to “lift up our eyes and see” (Genesis 21:19 and 22:13) and transform despair into hope.

It isn’t alarmist to say – in the spirit of Niemöller – that they will come for the Jews if (like both Abraham and Hagar within the texts) we can’t see what is in front of our eyes. As the New Year begins we are reminded: this is central to our Jewish purpose, our mission – to be the God-inspired interveners and rescuers and defenders of the marginalised and the oppressed.

 Act IV. (Like in Shakespeare’s tragedies, a comic interlude).

I spent the summer wondering how I was going to speak at the New Year about the unspeakable. About Gaza and the West Bank. I have of course been talking about it aslant. Today, and in the last few weeks. (I recall the poet Emily Dickinson: “Tell all the truth but tell it slant”).

Over the summer I came up with what I thought was a helpful new idea. I remembered how after 9/11 we had had to learn to make a distinction between the religion of Islam, with its spirituality and universal moral teachings, and the political ideology of Islamism, with its perverse and often violent distortion of Islam’s humanity. And I wondered if this might help us as we struggle in the Jewish community with how to position ourselves in relation to Israel and its current government.  And I began to sketch out in my mind what the difference was between Judaism (at least as I understand it) and what I began to think of as ‘Israelism’, a political ideology, nationalistic rather than universalistic, dogmatic rather than progressive, holding the sacredness of land as a higher value than the sacredness of people (obviously non-Jews but even fellow Jews).

Would this be useful as a way of charting what is going on in our divided Jewish world? Judaism vis-a-vis Israelism? But when I mentioned to my colleagues that I was thinking of talking about this phenomenon that I had usefully (I thought) termed ‘Israelism’, my colleague Rabbi Deborah immediately and excitedly asked: ‘Oh, did you see the film?’.

‘Er, what film?’, said he.

 ‘Israelism’, said she, ‘it was shown in London last year’ – quick Google – ‘and it’s had 4 million views on YouTube’.

So much for Howard’s pretensions of original thinking.

Act V

Let me finish by offering you this to take into the New Year. The diaspora synagogue community I am privileged to belong to has, historically, done some Jewish things wonderfully well. It has helped to give people a religious home in which we can nurture a sense of Jewishness through participation in Shabbat services, traditional and creative, in festival celebrations, in life cycle events which always put the personal, the human, before the ideological. Our baby blessings, our bnei mitzvah ceremonies, the way we do weddings, or celebrate anniversaries, the way we create funerals and shivas around the wishes and needs of those who are mourning, our spirit of inclusivity, our generosity of giving tzedakah, of working with local communities, Jewish and non-Jewish, working with interfaith groups or London Citizens, the commitment to tikkun olam, to older people, to our youth and students – in so many ways we have been living out what it means to be a Jew in the Diaspora:  we have focused on practical Judaism and study and prayer, and on core ethical values of Judaism as enacted in everyday life.

Generations of you have grown up in this open-minded, nurturing, spiritually-sustaining atmosphere – this is Judaism as a transnational religious tradition, rooted in foundational values that stretch back to Sinai but with an openness to modernity and an ability to embrace creativity and innovation wherever it has added to that experience of being part of a living Judaism. All that has been the community’s raison d’être.

Meanwhile, Israelism has been growing over the last decades – I am not talking about Zionism, which comes in 50 flavours, from progressive and universalistic to regressive, racist and paranoid – so what I really want is for this community not to become infected, as parts of the Anglo-Jewish world have been, by the politically-driven erasure of the distinction I am making. The distinction between the broad transhistorical, transnational span of Jewish religious teachings – Judaism – and the political, ethnocentric ideology of an Israelism speaking in the name of the Jewish people and making traitors – ‘self-hating Jews’ – out of those who don’t or won’t subscribe to the tenets of their ethno-supremacist belief system.  

We are at a Sabbatian moment in Jewish history. The fervour that swept the Jewish world in the 1660s at the news that the Messiah had finally arrived in the person of the mystic rabbi Shabbatai Zvi – who taught that sinful acts were a new set of Jewish commandments he had come to reveal – that fervour turned into a disaster for the wellbeing of Jews throughout Europe and the Middle East. Sabbatianism – which declared that this is what being Jewish meant now – destroyed communities, tore them apart. It took the Jewish world a century to recover.

I sense this fervour is upon us again and I promise you that in this year ahead I will be doing my best to keep our Diasporic feet on the ground, to teach and preach about Judaism rather than Israelism, and to continue to help this community to keep its core values intact – and that means keeping the wellbeing of our members continually nurtured by, and inspired by, the Jewish values of justice, compassion and peace.    

 [based on a sermon given at Finchley Reform Synagogue, London, on the second day of the New Year, 2025]

The text is, for once, very clear, unequivocal, uncompromising in its way. Being part of the Israelite community, the Hebrew people, the Jewish people, involves being in a covenant, a symbolic contract – formal, solemn, fateful  (Deuteronomy 29: 9 – 28).

Within the sacred saga – mythos – that we inhabit, this covenant is recorded as having been established millennia ago between the people of Israel and their God. But it not only an event in the past.  

 “I make this covenant”, says the divine voice in the text, “not only with you alone, standing here now” – but with the future generations, “those who are not here with us today.” (Deuteronomy 29:13)

Those who came to the synagogue this week to hear these words as part of the annual cycle of readings are still bound up in this symbolic covenant. Whether they believe in it or not; reject its premises or not; reject the divine authority with which it speaks or not – Jews hearing these words read out, or chanted, are being reminded that they are still part of this faith tradition, still acknowledging there’s something in this whole crazy, dramatic, problematic business of Jewishness that is worthwhile. This covenant brings Jews to the synagogue each week. But even if a Jew never attends synagogue – and there are many who prefer not to, or who have no affinity for the so-called ‘religious’ dimensions of Jewishness – they too still remain inside a sacred covenant, as a Jew.

People attend synagogue for many reasons: to feel a sense of belonging, to connect to their community, or see friends; they might attend out of a sense of duty, or habit, or tradition; or for a yahrzeit, to remember a lost loved one; they  might be there for some space and time in their week, or for a chance to connect more deeply to themselves or, in prayer, to God. The reasons are probably multiple; but they usually don’t say to themselves ‘I am here because I am honouring my part of a longstanding contract, a sacred covenant, between my people and the Holy One, source of all life’.  

But whatever the relationship Jews feel or don’t feel to this covenant, this contract, this week’s text suggests that far from it being about any cosy sense of belonging, it involves being part of a frightening and threatening relationship. Because the covenant makes demands on the people, demands for ethical living – and it spells out the consequences of a failure to enact that vision or keep that vision alive. Inside this relationship there is nowhere to hide. The text acknowledges how easy it is to say: this doesn’t apply to me, it doesn’t include me, “I will be safe, despite following my own wilful heart” (29:18).

This is deeply uncomfortable, unwelcome news – that deviance from paths of righteousness will have consequences, destructive consequences not just for the individual but for the community. And for the land that the community live on.

The text portrays how later Jewish generations will look with horror at what happened to the people of Israel – and the non-Jewish world will look with astonishment at what happened. And everyone will ask ‘Why?’. The simple human question, ‘Why did it happen?’. Why did what happen, we readers of the text ask. Well, the text tells you.

First it describes the desolation of the land itself, barren and unable to support life, “a soil filled with ashes…beyond sowing and producing, not even any grass able to grow, like Sodom and Gemorrah” (29:22) – a picture that conjures up Gaza today, where the suffering is not a divine punishment, but a result of human destruction.  

And then we get the questions about this in the text. Seeing the destruction of the land all the other nations are going to say ’Why did this happen? Why does God punish so harshly?’ (29:23) – it’s a natural question, it’s the question the nations of the world ask today, not in religious terms, but in secular ones: ‘Why? Why this immense fury, this destructiveness, why are the people of God so ungodly?’

And as the text spells out, future generations will be told: this was, is, the consequence of turning away from the paths of peace and holiness; it is a consequence of serving what the text describes as “other gods” (verse 25). It led to disaster – to exile, to loss, to pain. That’s what happens, says the text: the people are already being warned about disaster while still in the desert.

The text can do this – seem to foretell the future – because it is written in exile and is seeking to find a way of understanding why disaster had happened to the people. It is projecting back into the past and letting the saga say, in effect: see, you were warned what would happen.

This text in Deuteronomy is the prototype of the strand of Biblical thinking running through the Hebrew Bible that says: if you are in this sacred covenant there are consequences for failing to adhere to its ethical standards and values. The language Deuteronomy uses is traditional – it is God that punishes the people – but you don’t have to be a believer in that archaic theology to recognise that spiritually and psychologically it is speaking a truth, a truth that we probably want to reject, a truth we don’t want to hear, particularly at the moment: there have been, are, and will be, terrible consequences for a failure to live up to the highest aspirations and demands of the covenant.

In a way I can’t believe I am saying this. I don’t want to talk about this. Because I don’t want to believe this is how things turn out. I don’t believe in the punishing God of the Hebrew Bible – in other words, I don’t believe these texts literally. But I do thing they speak things that are true, I do think they speak symbolically and psychologically and spiritually about what happens to a people that loses its orientation towards holiness.

I wish I didn’t think this – for one thing it makes me sound unbearably naïve – but if we take these texts of the Torah seriously, if we still connect ourselves to the sacred covenant, it just seems to be the case that they are, as our liturgical blessing puts it, Torat Emet, a Torah that speaks a truth, a profound truth. Beyond logic, beyond that pernicious fabrication ‘common sense’, the Torah speaks about what can happen when there is a betrayal, when a people – the Jewish people – fail to stay true to the vision of compassion and justice they have been given, and told to enact.

The imagery is graphic – “poison weed and wormwood”, bitter and deadly (verse 17) will sprout up in the community who serve “other gods”, betraying the vision: the gods of military might, and nationalism, and ethnic supremacism, the gods of self-righteousness and self-pity, there are many other gods being served as we speak, but not the God of mercy and compassion – el rachum v’chanun (Exodus 34:6).

And once we abandon that God, we end up being abandoned. And we are being abandoned – by the nations of the world, and by people of conscience, non-Jews and Jews; we end up in exile, exiled by those who turn their backs on us and our proud and tragic history, turn their backs on seeing the Jewish people as a force for good in the world. This is happening and it is a bitter exile. We may possess a strip of land in the Middle East, but spiritually we are having to endure again the pain of exile, of being cast out. This is what the Torah is talking about: if you betray the vision of the covenant you will end up without security, without the feeling of being at home in the world.

This is our new Jewish reality and we are going to have to work very hard as a people to turn this round. As we enter the New Year this week let us hope, let us pray, we can find our way back to our true path, a  homeland rooted in the vision of Sinai, the vision of the prophets, the vision of justice and peace.  

That homeland is worth fighting for, and worth protesting about when we see it being corrupted.

[based on a sermon given at FInchley Reform Synagogue, London, September 20^th, 2025]  

In this month of reflection before the Jewish New Year begins, it’s traditional to look back on the year that has passed and ask oneself how one might have lived a fuller, richer, more emotionally honest life, a life more congruent with the values one holds, the ideals one aspires to, the habits of mind and heart and action that might have a modicum of integrity in a bruising and disharmonious world.

And my mind goes back to the Day of Atonement last year, Yom Kippur, a day that Jewish tradition suggests can be used for an excavation into one’s personal failings, but also the failings of the community one belongs to – which for me is, in a collective sense, the Jewish community. I spoke in the synagogue about that remarkable Oscar-winning film, ‘The Zone of Interest’, which dramatizes, in mesmerizing fashion, how it is possible to live one’s everyday life – filled with laughter and love, dedication to family and friendship and one’s work, to the natural world around us, to music and art – while at the same time, just beyond a wall we construct, literally or metaphorically, all sorts of horrors and barbarities are taking place.

The setting in the film is the home and family life of those living next to Auschwitz concentration camp – but the film offers a  compelling enactment of how this particular juxtaposition of inhumanity and civilisation has a universal resonance: how we use cognitive dissonance to seal off what we can’t bear to think about while we get on with our everyday lives.  

In the course of my remarks last year I said that it wasn’t possible to see this film and not think about the varied Jewish responses to Israel’s activities in Gaza – from supportive to indifferent to horrified. Comparison of course is not equivalence, but just to bring together in the same thought-stream the past and the present – so that we can reflect on these weighty issues – was too much for some. A complaint was made about me – defamatory and rather absurd – that I was antisemitic, ill-disposed towards the Jewish people, and  “the enemy inside” the community.  

This notion of  ‘the enemy within’ has a long history of course – ironically it was Hitler’s view of the Jews in Germany, and goes back many centuries (into medieval Christian polemics against Jews) as the antisemite’s go-to belief about Jews wherever they lived. (It is also the language utilised by Donald Trump to characterise any group he objects to – the press, judges, scientists, Democrats, and so on).

But over the course of this year, as the heartbreaking dramas in Gaza have continued, and racist and murderous  attacks on Palestinians in the West Bank have increased, and the anguished situation with the hostages remains a live issue, I have become inclined to reclaim that language of “the enemy inside” and wear it – not as a badge of pride, but more as a useful reminder of the Jewish values I am committed to and try to articulate as best I can.    So I want here to sketch out what I am an ‘enemy’ of – enemy as in ‘one who is antagonistic to’ and ‘one seeking to confound an opponent’ (Longman Dictionary of the English Language). These are thoughts I will not articulate in this way in the synagogue, in a sermon, but here in a blog the rules are different, as it were.  And I am freer to speak my so-called mind.

I am an enemy of – i.e. implacably opposed to – the values and actions of the current government of Israel in the ways it has pursued its collective punishment of the people of Gaza for the last nearly two years.

I am an enemy of using starvation – wittingly or unwittingly – as an instrument of war.

I am an enemy of the collusion between the government of Israel and the settlers in the West Bank in enacting what is amounting to a second Nakba of Palestinians from their homes and livelihoods in the territories occupied by Israel in 1967.

I am an enemy of the appropriation of the historically specific language of ‘Holocaust’ as a form of emotional manipulation – both by defenders of the Israeli state who live in fear (real or imagined or rhetorically useful) of some imagined repetition of annihilation; and by those who speak for Palestinians, for whom such language is a convenient, off-the-peg, performative gesture designed to express outrage, grief and fear as if within a ghoulish competition over comparative suffering.

I am an enemy of those who seek to justify as ‘collateral damage’ the deaths of Palestinian women and children, the journalists and health care workers and NGO employees and innocent civilians, killed while the IDF seek out those who seek the harm of the citizens of Israel.

I am an enemy of those who act as if the particularism of Jewish tradition – specifically, our concern for our physical wellbeing as a community wherever we live – is the overwhelming and predominant concern for Jews; such a belief, and the actions which flow from it, chooses to ignore the universalism encoded in our religious tradition, which is always in dialectical tension with the tradition’s particularism. The universalism of our vision – the values of compassion, generosity, righteousness and justice – have sustained our people for two millennia, offering hope in the darkest of times, and I am an enemy of those who seek to efface them from the image of Judaism in the world.

I am an enemy of those who believe – or effect to believe – that antisemitism is innate within the fabric of the non-Jewish psyche.

I am an enemy of those who seek to justify illegal occupation of land with the rhetoric, however firmly believed, that such occupation is mandated by God.

I am an enemy of those not Jewish who use legitimate criticisms of the State of Israel as a cover story for their conscious or unconscious antisemitism; and those Jews who cannot accept that Zionism exists in a multitude of forms, from reactionary racist supremacism to progressive, pro-Palestinian advocacy and activism.

I am an enemy of those who believe or act in ways that demonstrate that the sanctity of human life is less important that expressions of nationalism, that our shared humanity can be sacrificed on the altar of ideology.

I am an enemy of those who seek to replace the core spiritual and religious values of Judaism with the political and ideological values of Israelism.

I am an enemy of those who seek to colonise the Jewish mind, Jewish spaces and Jewish conversations with the might-is-right dogmatism of an Israelism that effaces internal Jewish differences and Palestinian identity alike.

This is some of what might position me as ‘the enemy inside’ the community – views formed through a lifetime of thought, speech and activity promoting Judaism’s benign, life-affirming attributes while critiquing those aspects of Jewish belief and self-expression that I regard as failing to adhere to (my reading of) core Jewish values and ethics.

I write all this with a deep sadness about the abyss of contempt into which perceptions of Jewishness has fallen. This is not just a question of how the non-Jewish world sees us, but how we see ourselves and how hard it can be in a divided community to articulate a steadfast faith in the integrity of those moral and ethical values that make Judaism a living witness to the best of human nature. I know that many Jews – in Israel and around the world – are fundamentally opposed both to how Israel is prosecuting this war, and to how racist elements within the religious community are capitalising on the situation to pursue their expansionist agenda.

Such opposition gives me hope. It reminds me that although there are those who do not want to hear the cries of pain and distress beyond ‘the wall’ – and seek to attack those who speak of what Palestinians are suffering – there are others who remain true to the noblest aspects of our tradition, a tradition that respects and values the lives of others who are different from ‘us’, a tradition that holds that compassion and justice are divine attributes incarnated in the souls of men and women.

As I reflect back on this desperately sad year, I feel regret for all I have failed to do to make a difference in these historic times. And that includes the failure to find the right words – and the courage to say them – that could address the simple truth beneath this whole complex and bloody conflict: Jews will not be able to repair the hurts and pain and losses they have endured over this last century until there is justice for the Palestinian people. We will not be able to repair the internal damage inflicted on our hearts and souls until we have found a way to repair the external damage we  have caused, and continue to cause. This is how healing works.

We have a long way to go and much work to do.

A Place In The Sun?

The Book of Numbers comes to an end with a chapter (Numbers 33) listing the stopping-off places of the Children of Israel on their legendary 40-year journey through the wilderness. More than forty sires of encampment are mentioned. As the people come to the end of their wilderness wanderings, the text portrays Moses writing down these names (33: 2) , with a historian’s meticulous attention to detail: each place they set up camp is to be remembered, stages of what must have felt like an interminable journey.

Writing down the names, and the chronology of the journey, points to the importance of having a record for the future. As if guarding against any complacency, the Biblical storytellers seem to be saying:  you will need to remember this when – if – you find a homeland: homes can be temporary, and no home lasts forever.  Be prepared to be “a pilgrim tribe housed not in place but in time, not rooted but millennially equipped with legs” (George Steiner).

In tension with this, part of Moses’ role during those desert wanderings was to keep alive for the people that ancestral hope for an end to unrootedness.  He carried the wish, generations-old, that the  people of Israel might feel a sense of belonging, belonging somewhere. Those ancient storytellers crafted their narratives around this hope – they wove into their texts the poetic vision of a chosen land for a chosen people. God’s people, God’s chosen land.

What we don’t often appreciate is that those who composed the Torah created these powerful mythic national themes while in exile from the land of Judea:  the stories were written in Babylon in the 7^th and 6^th centuries BCE after the people had been displaced from what they had come to feel was their land, although it was a land that had always been shared with others who had lived there before them, the various tribal groups we know collectively as the ‘Canaanites’. 

So these narratives that make up the Torah are a literature of exile. Something has already been lost, any settled feeling of belonging somewhere that belongs to ‘us’.  Those writers of the Torah were living settled lives in Babylon, in what we now think of as the diaspora, but the question about where Jews really belong is threaded through their texts as an unsettled – and unsettling – question.

As they wove together the story of the Israelite people – its origins, its place in the world, its development –  the themes of exile and wandering became central: the Garden of Eden, Abraham, Joseph – Genesis is filled with characters that had to leave behind security or settledness to fulfil their destinies; and then the 40 years of desert wanderings after the long hardship-filled settledness of Egypt dominates the rest of the structure of the Torah, with the idea of settledness still unresolved. At the end of the Torah it hangs in the air – the fantasy, the wish, for an end to wandering. A place in the sun of our own.

So: how well has this turned out for us? For the Jewish people? The hope, the fantasy, of an end to dislocation, an end to exile and unsettledness?  We have been told that the State of Israel was supposed to have solved this problem for us. When it was founded it was felt to be a moral and a historical necessity – a homeland would give security and a sense of belonging and would finally see the end to Jewish dislocation and wandering and persecution. It would be the end of so-called exile, after 2000 years. And this has worked, up to a point. With many practical complications and moral dilemmas, we have a homeland for the Jewish people. 

So why does it feel, when we read the Torah, our foundational Jewish story, that we the children of Israel are still in the wilderness? That the promised land is still before us, still to be achieved? Still a hope for the future?

Nearly two years into our latest turn of the wheel of Jewish history it can feel as if we are going round in circles. There’s a disorientation akin to that of those Israelite slaves newly freed, uncertain, increasingly rebelliousness, the destination obscure, the leadership – the ones who say they know – increasingly doubted. The journey of this last couple of years has felt endless at times, dementing, frightening, repetitious:  trauma, hostages, deaths, rumours of ceasefire, no ceasefire, deaths, siege, hostages, trauma, threat, grief, rage, fear, shame, rage, grief, deaths, trauma, and on and on in this endless war in the service of a prime minister’s  own clinging on to power and out of prison. 

75% of Israelis want this war to end now, the military see no point in it, no strategic aims are being achieved, the IDF think there’s no need for more to be sacrificed, on either side. Increasingly, young Israeli reservists are refusing to serve in Gaza. Some are petitioning the High Court to rule on whether Israel’s actions there have become a violation of international law.

We have ‘Humanitarian’ zones where people starve, ‘Humanitarian’ aid centres where people are shot: the Orwellian language masks forced displacement, forced transfer, ‘concentration’ of Palestinians into ‘camps’ – can we bear to bring these two words together in our minds, ‘concentration’ and ‘camps’? – it’s maddening, dementing for those going through it; and its maddening and dementing that we in the diaspora – inside and outside synagogue communities – should even be in a situation where we worry about speaking about it.

(And when we hear descriptions by aid workers and doctors of starving Gazans as ‘walking corpses’, we of course must never say that such experiences, such language, brings to mind the characterization in other camps of inmates who had lost the will to live as Muselmanner – of course comparison is not equivalence, but these memories haunt the psyche).

Jews around the world are being tarnished with the bloody consequences of the political machinations of the particular government that has power in Israel. And we are supposed to say nothing? We are supposed to defend the indefensible?

How is this possible, nearly two years on now from that terrible and traumatic crime that was perpetuated against citizens in Israel, how is it possible that we can’t mourn the losses, keep the hostages in mind, acknowledge that the Hamas pogrom awakened deep atavistic fears in the psyche of those who live in Israel – and also in some in the diaspora reliant on Israel for their Jewish identity – how is it possible that we can’t acknowledge all that grief and suffering that Israelis and diaspora Jews have felt and acknowledge that the punitive collective retribution visited upon the people of Gaza, and their homes and culture and entire infrastructure of life has gone far beyond the bounds of what a thoughtful, ethical Jewish response could have been, a Jewish response congruent with the way we have always valued and promoted, with pride, our belief in the sanctity of life, all life, not just our lives but the lives of the stranger, the outsider, the other, the lives of those who are not us, our family, but are part of the human family?

Why is it so difficult to hold two truths together in our minds, in our hearts? And to talk about that?

And how has this been possible that the image of a Jewishness that values compassion and principles of justice – this image that we hold dear and that justifies our existence, and an image that the non-Jewish world has in the past often admired (and sometimes envied) – how has it been possible that we have allowed this to be blotted out, squandered, along with the moral high ground that we occupied after the Shoah? How has it been possible to surrender all this in less than a couple of years – and how has it become possible that we aren’t supposed to talk about it? It’s maddening, dementing, truly.

If some Israelis and some Diaspora Jews feel they are under ‘existential threat’, that their very existence and raison d’etre is somehow at stake – though in reality Israel has extraordinary technical resources and military power and capabilities to defend themselves – if in spite of all that, the sense of existential threat is still felt (or believed in), I am coming to believe that there is another kind of existential threat at stake here, the one I feel as a religious leader in the Jewish community at this savage and fraught point in Jewish  history. 

And this is the threat to how Jews are being seen in the world; and the threat to how Judaism is being seen in the world; and the threat to how the manipulation and weaponisation by some Jews of our tragic Shoah experiences is being seen in the world; and the threat is to our purpose as Jews in the world – not our survival but our purpose – a threat to the very purpose of our stubborn survival as a people over the generations, a survival not for its own sake but to carry into the world a blessing, a set of values.

“I will make your name great and you will be a blessing” (Genesis 12:2). “And all the peoples of the world will bless themselves through you” (Genesis 22:18). Our Torah storytellers defined the purpose of Jewish existence and continuity through their depiction of  Abraham, and it is this purpose of ‘being a blessing’ that is under existential threat in these times. And that’s the greatest threat of all to Jews around the world – it’s not Hamas or Iran – it’s that our purpose is being hollowed out, sacrificed, rendered a meaningless dead mantra, rather than a living reality. The existential threat is that we are all, all Jews – not just the State of Israel – becoming pariahs again.

It isn’t possible to be silent when this is happening. And if that sounds a bit grandiose of me, then so be it. I take my strength – such as it is – from our tradition, from prophets like Isaiah:

“For the sake of Zion, I will not be still; for the sake of Jerusalem I will not be silent” (62:2).

But although I might draw my inspiration from our heritage, I am more than aware that I am only a small Diasporic voice standing in – and trying to withstand – the maelstrom around us.  You are free of course to disagree with my way of thinking about these things, but I am not free of the burden of responsibility I feel to keep on talking about these things. In the long arc of Jewish history there is so much at stake right now.

Moses wrote down the stages of the journey, wrote it for the future so that there would be a record of the journey taken. This last two years has been a different kind of journey for all of us, and these words are part of my record of the journey taken, as we face the wilderness and all the uncertainties about where it will end.

[based on a sermon given at Finchley Reform Synagogue, July 26th, 2025]