Every Passover we learn that whoever searches deeply into the meaning of the story of the Exodus is considered praiseworthy.
An instance is told of five Rabbis at a Seder in B'Nai B'rak who become so animated in their discussion, they were still going at it when the time came for the morning prayers.
Today’s drosh will discuss the un-parting of the Red Sea in the context of last night’s events.
In the Haggadah it notes, "Our rabbis taught: When the Egyptian armies were drowning in the sea, the Heavenly Hosts broke out into songs of jubilation. G-d silenced then and said, "My creatures are perishing, and you sings praises?'"
But I remember being in New York on 9/11, and I remember the year which followed, which I spent heavily involved in cleaning up the mess. As I noted, things never really returned to the normal we knew before, not in the world, and certainly not in my own life.
So I tend to think "Fuck the rabbis, I'm with the Heavenly Hosts on this one"
Yes, given my opposition to the death penalty, I would have preferred extraordinary rendition and a dispatch of Marcellus Wallace with some pliers and a blowtorch, but this seems an adequate substitute under admittedly difficult circumstances.
It may be time for morning prayers, but I ain’t saying any mourning prayers.