Egyptians, The

Who would ever even consider keeping the money instead of their precious child, G‑d forbid? But when you think about it, we can—often without even realizing it—sacrifice everything, even our child, for some silver . . .

Our source of sustenance is neither regular nor predictable. It does not well up from a channel grooved in the earth, nor is it treaded up from a hole in the ground. Our eyes are forever trained upward, in hope and expectation, and in faith . . .

On the difference between Egypt and the Holy Land, and the inner significance of the Plague of Hail

Are thing supposed to be the way things are, or are things supposed to be the way things are supposed to be?

The common denominator between Shabbat Hagadol, Miriam's passing, and parshat Tzav is that the darkness itself becomes light.

The Jews are standing in the shadow of a huge, clearly supernatural pillar of fire. Why are they still afraid?

Was there not even a single person who deserved to be spared?