By Rabbi Aron Tendler
A Timeless Moment
This week's Parsha is framed in bittersweet sentiment. On the one hand, it
was the dawn of Moshe's final day upon earth. On the other hand, his final
words heralded the end of 40 years in the desert. Soon we would be crossing
into the Promised Land.
Imagine we are standing in the plains of Moav, at the foot of Har Nebo,
within sight of the Yarden and the Promised Land. It is the morning of the
7th of Adar, 2488. The sun is about to crest the eastern summit of Nebo and
a dreaded silence fills the encampment. No one has slept this past night
knowing that this was to be Moshe's last day. Everyone, from the venerable
ancients who could remember Moshe's miraculous birth to the newly born who
would never remember this moment, had all gathered. All night long, in
silent dread, we have stood waiting, crying, and wondering. What will we do?
How will we go on? Moshe our Teacher is about to die and there is nothing
we can do about it!
The Mishkan, majestic, magnificent, and beautiful, should have been bursting
with activity. Instead, it stands silent and brooding, seemingly bereft of
its inner glow. Where are the Kohanim and the Laviyim? Why don't we hear
the harmonies and smell the sweet smell of the incense? It is almost sunrise
and the Avodah - service must go on!
Yet, like the rest of the nation, Elazar the Kohain Gadol along with Pinchas
and the others can't imagine how they will be able to get through the day's
routine. How can they possibly serve G-d in joy and contentment knowing that
today will be Moshe our Teachers last day? But what choice do they have?
The Avodah must go on!
All right long we have been gathered around Moshe's tent as he instructed the
great Yehoshua. Oh that we have reached this fateful day!
But wait! Yehoshua is coming out. Look at his face! It seems to glow with
a light as bright as the shine of the moon in a dark starry night! What has
happened? Where is Moshe Rabbeinu?
Suddenly an expectant hush falls over all of us. There must be more than 3
million people here! Tribal heads, members of the Sanhedrin - High Court,
various dignitaries, men, women and children. Even the servants and the
water carriers are standing among us in silent anticipation.
The great Yehoshua turns to the tent's entrance and bows his head. There he
is! It is Moshe Rabbeinu! Every parent seems to be holding a child aloft so
that even the very youngest can gaze on the face of our Moshe! Oh! How can
I describe it? The simple joy and love that emanates from his smile as he
looks out upon all of us is magical. Each and every one of us feels the
sadness and dread drain away. What regal bearing! What majesty! Even with
the veil covering his face we can sense the celestial power of his radiance.
We must remember this moment! How lucky we are to have shared in the glory
of G-d Who gave His wisdom to a mere mortal man!
But wait! It looks like Moshe is going to lift the veil. Yes, it's
extraordinary! His face really does shine like the sun!
Hush! He's about to speak. His voice seems to be carried as if on the wind
itself. It's an ageless voice that resonates with the echoes of Sinai. If
G-d had a voice, it would be the voice of Moshe our Teacher. We must listen
very carefully. These are his final words; today is Moshe's final day.
"Today you are all standing your leaders, your law enforcers, every Israelite
man, your children, your women even your wood cutters and water
Copyright © 2000 by Rabbi Aron Tendler and Project Genesis, Inc.
The author is Rabbi of Shaarey Zedek Congregation, Valley Village, CA.