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Passover and the Men We’re Trying to Become

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Passover is often framed as a story about freedom from oppression, and it is. But it is also a story about what happens after freedom is handed to you. What kind of person will you be with it? What kind of man?

Jewish tradition has a useful way of naming the inner tension that shapes that question: the yetzer ha-ra and the yetzer ha-tov—the so-called evil impulse and good impulse. Those names can be misleading. The yetzer ha-ra gets a terrible publicist. Because it contains the word ra, evil, we assume it must be the part of us that is purely destructive, selfish, and shameful.

But that is far too simple. The yetzer ha-ra is also the force that gets a man moving. It is ambition. Hunger. Desire. The drive to build a life, make a name, create a family, start a business, master a craft, win respect, make something of yourself. Without it, a man might never leave the couch. He might never risk anything, want anything, or become anything.

That is not evil. That is energy. The danger comes when that energy becomes your only god.

Unchecked, the drive to build a life can become the drive to dominate one. Ambition curdles into vanity. Confidence hardens into self-importance. Desire becomes appetite without limit. A man begins by wanting to succeed and ends by believing everyone else exists to support his success. He becomes willing to leave a trail of neglected relationships, bruised loyalties, and exhausted loved ones behind him, all in service of his own advancement. The very impulse that can help build a beautiful life can also inflate a man until he can no longer see beyond himself.

That is where the yetzer ha-tov comes in. This is the impulse that reminds us other people are real. It pulls us toward kindness, responsibility, generosity, and conscience. It asks us to look up from our own wants and notice the needs of those around us. It tells us to be decent, to be useful, to care.

And yet even here, things can go wrong. Because if a man lives only by pleasing others, only by meeting everyone else’s needs, only by disappearing into service, he does not become holy. He becomes hollow. He becomes the guy who never says what he wants, never claims his own life, never risks disappointing anyone, and then wonders why resentment leaks out sideways. Self-erasure is not righteousness. It is another kind of bondage.

So the point is not to kill one impulse in favor of the other. The point is to govern both.

That is one of Passover’s deeper lessons. For one week, Jewish life becomes an all-out campaign against leaven. We search for it, sweep it out, burn it, nullify it. Bread—the food that rises, swells, puffs up—becomes forbidden. It is not hard to see why that makes for such a powerful spiritual symbol. Throughout the year, many of us get inflated by our accomplishments, our appetites, our pride, our need to matter. We rise in our own eyes. We expand beyond our proper proportions. Bread becomes a fitting image for the self when it forgets there are other people in the room.

So before Passover, we clean that mess out. Not just from the kitchen, but from the soul.

But Judaism, in its wisdom, does not ask us to live on matzah forever. Matzah is flat, spare, humbled, almost poor. That is the point for a season. We need a week each year to remember what it feels like to live without being puffed up by ego. We need a ritual interruption that strips us down and reminds us that freedom is not the same thing as self-indulgence.

Still, a permanently flattened spirit is not the goal either. A man cannot live forever with no hunger, no striving, no desire to build, achieve, and enjoy the world God placed before him. The goal is balance: enough fire to live boldly, enough humility to live responsibly.

Maybe that is what liberation really demands of Jewish men. Not that we become smaller, and not that we become bigger, but that we become rightly sized. Ambitious enough to build a life. Generous enough to share it. Free enough to enjoy the goodness of this world. Grounded enough to help others taste freedom too.

Passover is not asking men to destroy their drives. It is asking us to stop being ruled by them.


© The Times of Israel (Blogs)