Pesach Under Cover
Friday March 27, 2026 – ט׳ נִיסָן תשפ”ו
One of the things I love about Jewish holidays is that even though the stories to be told, the liturgy and texts to be read, and the songs to be sung may remain the same, it is we who have changed. We lived through the entire year leading up to this holiday with new experiences that shaped and molded us in different ways. Upon reflecting on last Pesach, my strong memory of adorning our Seder tables with yellow ribbons and reading passages calling to “Bring Them Home,” it is almost unbelievable that many of those hostages who yearned for release will now sit around their Seder tables with families and friends recounting their own traumatic journey from bondage to freedom.
However, sadly, this year we are not out of harm’s way. Of all the meaningful moments of our Seder, I want to focus on an enigmatic yet extraordinary story in our Haggadah: five rabbis—Rabban Gamliel, Rabbi Eliezer, Rabbi Yehoshua, Rabbi Elazar ben Azariah, and Rabbi Akiva—are gathered in Bnei Brak, telling the story of the Exodus all night until their students came and said, “Our teachers, the time has come to recite the morning Shema.” We often imagine this as a peaceful scene. But historically, it was anything but. These rabbis lived under Roman domination, in the shadow of destruction and repression. Tradition suggests they were in hiding—perhaps even in a cave—recounting a story of liberation while an empire stood ready to crush them. Their Seder was likely not comfortable (despite their “mesubim – reclining”), but it was courageous. They spoke of freedom precisely when their freedom was threatened.
I imagine that, sitting around their table, they were not of one voice on matters of the day. Rabbi Akiva famously saw in Bar Kochba – the military mastermind who led the rebellion against Rome in 132 CE – the possibility of redemption, so much so that Rabbi Akiva identified Bar Kochba as the long-awaited Messiah. But other sages were far more skeptical, warning that the moment was not yet ripe, that the risks of rebellion against Rome were potentially catastrophic. Even as they told the ancient story of liberation from Egypt, they may have held profoundly different views about whether, and how, that liberation should be pursued in their own time. Around that table in Bnei Brak sat both urgency and restraint, messianic hope and cautious realism. It is not hard to hear, in their debate, an echo of our own times: questions about war and survival, about when to act and when to hold back, about the costs of power and the dangers of passivity.
Today, in Israel, that same scene unfolds in a different theater. Families will gather around Seder tables, retelling the ancient story, while sirens pierce the night and the families move to bomb shelters, fearing missiles from Iran and its proxies. They sit, quite literally, under cover. And yet the story is told. The questions are asked. The wine is poured. Like the rabbis in Bnei Brak, they insist on telling a story of redemption in a moment that feels anything but redeemed. The setting has changed, but the spiritual defiance remains the same. And they sit, literally without daylight, not knowing when the sun has risen and when it is time to say the morning Shema.
A Haggadah from Kibbutz Neot Mordechai from the early 1950s captures the magnitude of what is happening in that act of telling:
“You do not have a record of historical recognition more profound than this,” it teaches, “and you do not have a confluence of the individual and the society… larger than this ancient pedagogic imperative.”
The Exodus story is not merely the story we tell, or the accepted narrative of our collective story. It is a formation. It teaches “a loathing for subjugation” and “a love for freedom,” and perhaps most strikingly, it is “so totally directed toward welcoming the future.” Even in its earliest telling, it was not only about what was, but about what could yet be. It is, in the deepest sense, a story told forward.
That is why Pesach insists on two truths at once, and two potentially competing messages that we instill in our children.
“בְּכָל־דּוֹר וָדוֹר חַיָּב אָדָם לִרְאוֹת אֶת־עַצְמוֹ כְּאִלּוּ הוּא יָצָא מִמִּצְרַיִם”
In every generation, we must see ourselves as if we personally went out from Egypt.
And also:
וְהִיא שֶׁעָמְדָה לַאֲבוֹתֵינוּ וְלָנוּ. שֶׁלֹּא אֶחָד בִּלְבָד עָמַד עָלֵינוּ לְכַלּוֹתֵנוּ, אֶלָּא שֶׁבְּכָל דּוֹר וָדוֹר עוֹמְדִים עָלֵינוּ לְכַלוֹתֵנוּ
In every generation, someone rises up to destroy us.
To be a Jew is to live inside that tension, unresolved, and to carry it. To see ourselves as slaves is not only to remember our own past, but to cultivate a moral imagination wide enough to recognize the suffering of all those who remain trapped, oppressed, or dehumanized in our world today. It asks us to feel their vulnerability as if it were our own, and to be moved to action. At the same time, we cannot ignore the reality that hatred persists—that antisemitism is not a relic of history but a present danger, as seen in the violent attacks against Jews in recent weeks in Jackson, MS, Detroit, MI, Toronto, London, and of course throughout Israel. These twin obligations—to empathize outward and to remain vigilant inward—do not cancel each other out. They define the complexity of Jewish existence: a people shaped by oppression, committed to justice, and clear-eyed about the threats that still confront us.
As Michael Walzer writes in his 1986 book, Exodus and Revolution, “Wherever you live, it is probably Egypt.” The condition of constraint, of injustice, of yet-to-be-actualized freedom is never entirely past. But Walzer does not leave us there: “There is a better place… a promised land.” The story could be seen as a diagnosis, but it is essentially a direction. And crucially, “The way to the Land is through the wilderness… There is no way to get from here to there except by joining together and marching.” Redemption is not given. It is made—collectively, imperfectly, and often amid deep disagreement about the path forward.
So, what do we teach our children, sitting at our Seders—whether in comfort or under cover?
We teach them to inherit not only the story, but the argument. To understand that Jewish history is not a straight line, but a conversation, often even a dispute, about how to move from Egypt to freedom. We teach them to reject both despair and illusion: not to believe that the world is already redeemed, but also not to believe that it can never be redeemed. We teach them that Jewish Peoplehood means we struggle together, argue together, and ultimately walk forward together.
We teach them that to remember Egypt is to develop a moral instinct: a hatred of oppression, a sensitivity to vulnerability, and a commitment to building a different kind of society. We teach them that even when we disagree about הדרך—the path—we remain bound to one another and to a shared future.
And perhaps most importantly, we teach them what those rabbis in Bnei Brak already knew—and what those families in shelters already know: that telling the story is itself an act of faith and resistance. To speak of freedom in a moment of fear is to refuse to let fear define us in the future. To retell the Exodus is to insist that history is not closed, that redemption is not finished, and that we are still on the way.
Pesach under cover is not a contradiction. It is the most authentic expression of the holiday that nobody wanted and for which we all pray and work to avoid. It reminds us that the Jewish story has never been told in perfect safety—and never in perfect agreement. And yet it has always been told—with courage, with argument, and with an unyielding commitment to the possibility of freedom ahead.
Shabbat Shalom and Hag Pesach Sameach!
