I have that photo, here before me. Rabbi Goren is wearing Coke-bottle glasses, but I tell you, I can see the light dancing in his eyes. With the ram’s horn pressed to his lips he is Joshua, calling forth the wrath of God who crumbles mountains. He is Aaron, staring out with virgin eyes upon the land of milk and honey. He is Moses: see how the soldiers run to him through the parting of dust and rubble! Two thousand years of wandering in the wilderness, and now, at long last, Eretz Yisrael is secured. Surely redemption is at hand.
