A Hidden Treasure
D’var Torah for
Parashat Terumah
By Rabbi Boaz D.
Heilman
In this week’s parasha,
Terumah,
the book of Exodus begins a new chapter, almost a new story. Except that it’s the same story, only now
moved on to its next level.
In the first part of the book, God makes a personal
appearance in history. God, in person as
it were, comes calling upon individuals and nations, asserting God’s authority
and demanding reciprocal responsibility.
To Moses, God appears first as a voice from within a dry desert
bush that doesn’t seem to be consumed by a fire that engulfs it.
To Pharaoh and all Egypt, God appears as a set of massive
disasters, one worse than another, all proving that opposition to God leads to
the utter collapse of even the proudest and grandest civilizations.
To the Israelites, God appears in a series of spectacular
events that are as cosmic as they are precise.
The imagery is cemented in our imagination and tradition: the Sparing of the First-born; the Parting of
the Red Sea; the giving of the Ten Commandments.
The imagery of the pillar of smoke which accompanied the
Israelites by day, turning into a pillar of fire at night, is mighty
enough. So is the great wind that whirled
in from the east, forcing the sea to part, causing an uproar that must have
been heard around the globe.
Yet even greater than all these was the scene we call Ma’amad Sinai, our presence at Mount
Sinai. Crashing through the thunder,
tearing the sky open with lightning, borne on the wings of a shofar blast that
got louder by the minute, came God’s voice, proclaiming God’s presence,
responding to Moses’s words—human to God and God to human.
All these, however, were unique events, one-time happenings
that would never repeat—at least not in the exact same way.
The question that rises is, now what? What do we do now that these events are
behind us? How do we see God in our day, today? How do we perceive, in the midst of all the
chaos around us, that there IS a God out there—or better yet—one that dwells among
us? It was easy enough to see God’s
hand in those events, thousands of
years ago. How do we know that God is here, with us, at this moment? What we need now is something to represent
God’s continued presence within us.
It’s easy to see God in miracles. What we really want is to see God’s presence
in the ordinary, real and gritty world that we are part of.
At this point in the story, the Torah is about to offer us
two alternative versions of God’s presence.
In two weeks’ time, we will read about the wrong one. This week, however, we are given the right
formula. Terumah gives us exactly
what we need when it says, “Let them make Me a sanctuary, that I may dwell
among them” (Ex. 25:8).
We are to build a House for God. It’s a logical and simple answer, yet it’s
also perplexing at the same time.
How could any physical dwelling be God’s house? Could any structure, no matter how enormous
and glorious, ever contain all God’s presence?
The Torah’s intent, of course, is not that that this
Tabernacle contain ALL of God’s presence, only those qualities which we
expect—or pray for—in our God. It isn’t
the building that’s going to be valuable, but rather what’s inside it. Yes, the Tabernacle is going to be constructed
from the most expensive materials: gold,
silver and copper; expensive gems, furs and tanned leather; woven and embroidered
silk, soft combed linen; spices and oils that would make it all shine and
fragrant. Yet the real value of this
palace would not be in its form, but in its content.
To be sure, it wouldn’t be the physical contents, all tools and
furnishings of the Temple. Not the
seven-branch menorah, made of one huge boulder of pure gold; nor the table, the
altar, laver and even Holy Ark itself—all sculpted in wood and overlaid with
gold; not even what the Ark held— hewn tablets of stone with words and laws inscribed
upon them in ancient script. None of
these would even begin to contain the indomitable spirit of God. They are only to give form to it.
So where would God’s holiness ultimately be found? Where would be the safest, most sheltered and
secure place for God’s presence to be nestled?
In our free will.
The key to this huge and magnificent Tabernacle, with its
thousands of details of magnificence and splendor, is secreted within the word terumah.
This whole Tabernacle, along with everything that it is, both material
and genius, is to be a donation. Not a
gift, not even a commandment, terumah implies
uplift, a volunteering that must come from within, not from some outside
source. “From everyone who gives it
willingly with his heart you shall take My offering” (Ex. 25:2).
You have to want to offer it.
Freedom is the key; freedom to give, freedom to
receive. It’s the willingness, the open
heart, that is God’s dwelling within us.
And in return, what do we get?
“My offering.” God’s freely given uplift, God’s gift returned
to us.
By voluntarily offering the gifts of our hands, hearts and
minds we allow God’s bounty to become part of our existence. Each one of us can become part of the whole; each
one of us can become part of the One that is God.
That, teaches the Torah, is the right choice to make. Freely, not by coercion, we offer the best
and most valuable of our resources. We
offer them not because of the inherent value of the material goods, but rather
because of the true worth hidden within the structure we create, the most
valuable treasure we human beings possess.
A gift given to no other creature other than us, a gift that
flows from the most powerful source of life down to the smallest and meekest of
us, it is the gift of free will. The
understanding that we can choose and are free to do so at any moment: To oppress or to bring freedom; to destroy or
to create; to be closer to the animal we are, or rather to the aspiring angel our
soul yearns to be.
This is the first alternative, the Torah’s preferred one, as
we begin to transform the one-time events of the Exodus into an eternal
experience of God’s revelation, an ongoing process in which we, too, can play a
part. There is another—but that is for
another discussion, in another portion.
©2014 by Boaz D. Heilman
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