A Name, A Soul

The Book of Exodus, in Hebrew, is called “Sh’mot,” or names. Yet the first extended story, about the slavery from Egypt, records none of the names of the Egyptians save for the midwives, Shifra and Puah. (Although some commentators claim them as Jews, it seems clear the Torah intends them to be taken for Egyptians). Even Pharaoh is a title, not a name — one of the reasons it is so difficult to determine which Pharaoh should be associated with the time period.

A society where names are not known is a totalitarian state. Names grant individuality, personality and a certain status. “Do you know my name?” is another way of asking, “Am I distinguished in your eyes?” In the story of the Tower of Babel, no names are given, for there was a collectivity without individuality. Wisely was the museum in Israel named “Yad Vashem” — because the quote from Isaiah 56:5, “a place and a name,” means that each one lost was a unique soul.

The crown of a good name, teaches Pirke Avot, is the greatest of all crowns. In a graveyard, whatever other inscription a stone bears, it invariably records the deceased’s name. Tyranny seeks to erase names.  Memory and love restore and preserve them.

Rabbi David Wolpe is spiritual leader of Sinai Temple in Los Angeles. Follow him on Twitter: @RabbiWolpe.


About the Author
Named the most influential Rabbi in America by Newsweek Magazine and one of the 50 most influential Jews in the world by the Jerusalem Post, David Wolpe is the Rabbi of Sinai Temple in Los Angeles, California.