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These are testing times and our rabbis are not rising to the challenge

On coronavirus, our rabbinate did too little, too late

May 1, 2020 14:55
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3 min read

A rabbi, it is often said, is no job for a Jewish boy. The rewards are meagre in this world and promissory in the next. The career path is inchoate, the clientele ungrateful. The best one can hope for is a south-facing plot in Willesden Cemetery, downwind from the Rothschilds.

I’ve always had a soft spot for rabbis and I feel their present pain. Robbed of the joy of weddings, unable to visit the sick or pray with the dying, stood alone at an open grave with no kaddish to say or mourners to console, a rabbi’s job was never so forlorn. Even the thrice-daily trudge to synagogue now seems like paradise lost. A rabbi without a shul is like a fish without fingers. 

Discuss.

When rabbis phone, I listen more to the colour of their voice than the content in order to judge how they are coping. Robustly, on the whole, I’m pleased to report. Like schoolmarms and sea-captains, rabbis are mostly to be found on the stern side of things. Nevertheless, right now they need our support. I’d like to propose we give them a round of doorstep applause, like NHS workers, at 11.30 on Sabbath morning, around kiddush time. Three amens and a single malt.