My tribe has had a long, tumultuous relationship with idols. Abraham, the first Jew, delivered a smack-down to his father Terach’s idols as a symbol of rebellion. A mere 41 days after Moses went up Mt. Sinai to transcribe the Torah, he comes down to find his people dancing in a frenzied orgy around a copper cow (excuse me, “golden calf”). Our Top Ten Commandments devote prime placement to the fact that we should never bow down to graven images, statues, or anything else even remotely smelling like an idol. But anyone who thinks that Judaism has always basked in the sunshine of monotheism should go back and reread their history books. Whether picking up tips from their Egyptian taskmasters or the Canaanites with whom they would share zip codes, idol worship has always been a stone’s throw from the Jewish experience.