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Appropriate Pride (Ekev)

Appropriate Pride (Ekev)

If one takes pride in one’s craft, you won’t let a good thing die. Risking it through not pushing hard enough is not a humility. -Paul Keating

In the Torah reading of Ekev, Moses asks rhetorically, “What does God want from you?” He answers, “Only this: to revere God your God, to walk only in His paths, to love Him, and to serve God your God with all your heart and soul, keeping God’s commandments and laws, which I command you today, for your good.” – Deuteronomy 10:12-13.

That’s it. That’s all God asks. The commentators spend a lot of time analyzing this verse, understanding the phrase “Only this,” and is it really as easy as that, or is it only easy from the perspective of Moses, who had a unique closeness and relationship with God?

Moses’ question is reminiscent of a different rhetorical question by the prophet Micah: “He has told you, O man, what is good, and what does God require of you? Only to do justice and to love goodness, and to walk modestly with your God.” – Micah 6:8

The Berdichever takes his commentary on Moses’ question in the direction of the principle of humility and being humble in all our ways and actions. He reiterates the prime importance of a humble bearing, of being humble in our lives. But he adds a caveat. There is one exception. There is one area of life where we cannot be humble. Indeed, we are meant to pursue that aspect of our lives with an appropriate measure of pride: In our service of God. In our service of God we cannot remain humble. We are allowed and even enjoined to be proud of our divine service.

The Berdichever brings two reasons for the importance of having pride in our fulfillment of the commandments: it’s what God wants, and it gives God pleasure.

Were we to demonstrate humility regarding our performance of the commandments, it would in essence be declaring that they’re not important – and there is nothing further from the truth.

Our performance of the commandments is of prime, vital importance and when we do so, we give tremendous pleasure to God. We need to know when and in what circumstance we should demonstrate pride and pursue things with pride. The Mitzvot, the commandments, are the place.

May our pride be reserved for the truly good things that we do.

Shabbat Shalom,

Ben-Tzion

Dedication

To Major Moshe, Rivka, Tamar, Batsheva and Yudi. Thanks for the wonderful hosting!

Three Powers of Prayer (Ekev)

Three Powers of Prayer (Ekev)

Prayer is the slender nerve that moves the muscle of omnipotence. -Martin Tupper

Moses, in his final days with the nation of Israel, gives them what is in essence his God-mandated Last Will and Testament. In this week’s reading we have what has become the second paragraph of the biblically-prescribed Shma prayer. The very first verse of that paragraph enjoins us to serve God with “all of our heart.”

Rabbeinu Bechaye on Deuteronomy 11:13 (Ekev) explains that to serve God with all of our heart is nothing other than prayer. He further elaborates that there are three particular powers to prayer. Prayer has the power to change nature. Prayer has the power to save one from danger. And prayer has the power to annul negative divine decrees. Rabbeinu Bechaye gives a biblical example for each:

  1. Changes nature: When Isaac prayed for his wife Rebecca to bear a child, his prayer changed her physical condition which had made it previously impossible for her to have a child.
  2. Saves from danger: He gives an example from Psalms (Chapter 107) which describes various travails, including sailors in a tempest, who cry out to God, and God subsequently replaces the tempest with tranquil waters.
  3. Annuls decrees: King Hezekiah (Book of Isaiah, Chapter 38) becomes fatally ill. The prophet Isaiah brings word from God that Hezekiah has been decreed to die shortly. Hezekiah cries out and prays to God profusely. God then tells Isaiah to inform Hezekiah that he’s received a reprieve and God will extend his life an additional fifteen years.

Rabbeinu Bechaye adds more background on the case of King Hezekiah. After Isaiah had given Hezekiah the initial decree, Hezekiah berates Isaiah and tells him to leave, for he has a tradition from his father’s house (he was a descendant of King David), that even if a sword is to your neck, you should not cease from praying to God for mercy. That in fact, prayer is more powerful than prophecy.

However, since the time of the second Temple, it seems Jews have lost the skill, the know-how to compose their own effective prayers. At that time, the Men of the Great Assembly (the Sanhedrin) composed a broader, catch-all prayer, the Shemona Esre prayer (said right after the Shma prayer), which includes praise of God, requests and thanks. The Shemona Esre is a platform to address all of our needs, both as individuals and as a nation. We ask for wisdom, repentance, salvation, healing, sustenance, justice, redemption and more. The Sanhedrin have given us the template; we need to fill it with meaning, with earnestness, and with our own personal call to God. He’s listening.

May we take the time to pray to God, and with these awesome powers at our disposal have the wisdom to know what to ask for and how to ask for it.

Shabbat Shalom,

Ben-Tzion

Dedication

To Aryeh and Leora Lustig, on their wedding.

Size is Deceptive

Size is Deceptive

What we call little things are merely the causes of great things; they are the beginning, the embryo, and it is the point of departure which, generally speaking, decides the whole future of an existence. One single black speck may be the beginning of a gangrene, of a storm, of a revolution. -Henri Frederic Amiel

In Judaism’s vast array of commandments, there are many that we may consider “minor” relative to others that we may think of as more “important.”

It is curious that those definitions are often highly personal ones and invariably accurately reflect the commandments that people either feel more attached to or those they are more dismissive of.

The Torah itself does categorize some prohibitions as more severe than others in terms of the punishment for violating them. However, when it comes to the performance of commandments, Rabbi Hirsch on Deuteronomy 7:12 explains the problem with underestimating the value of any commandment we consider minor:

 “We are not to weigh each commandment separately in our minds, to consider which one might yield a greater reward than the others and should therefore be given particular priority and attention. The paths of the Law form ever-widening spheres that merge into one another. We cannot, at one glance, predict the results of the observance of any one commandment. The results mesh with one another, as it were, and the very commandment that would seem to us most insignificant and least important may have the most far-reaching effects.”

There are multiple stories as to how the observance of just one “minor” commandment led to life-altering benefits. Likewise, the converse is true. People who have been dismissive of even the “lightest” commandments have had cause to regret it. The commandments are part of an entire tapestry that weaves our lives into a whole spiritual reality. Each thread is important; each commandment that we can observe is part of the entire picture.

May we strengthen our commitment to even one “small” commandment.

Shabbat Shalom,

Ben-Tzion

Dedication

To all the small, undisclosed acts of kindness that often go unnoticed and unmentioned.

 

God is in the Details

 

 Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things and I’ll show you a man who cannot be trusted to do big things. -Lawrence D. Bell

detailsThe name of this week’s parasha, Ekev, besides meaning “because” can also be translated as “heel”. The Kabbalists state that this alludes to the small or minor commandments that one is likely to trample on with their heel.

There are an abundance of commandments that have not made it to the general awareness of our day. For example:

  • “Shatnez”: A prohibition to wear any garments that mix wool and linen.
  • Shaving: Cannot use a razor on your face/neck.
  • Haircuts: Cannot shave the hair over the mandibular joint.
  • Tattoos: Prohibited.
  • Horoscopes: Prohibited.
  • Castration: Prohibited to castrate any being.

Besides the lesser-known commandments, even amongst the more widely known ones such as the Sabbath or eating Kosher, there are countless details and minutia that people choose to remain ignorant about or to be less than careful about.

The Sfat Emet in 5631 (1871) states that every single object – including the smallest detail or act – has a divine aspect to it. Hence the almost obsessive compulsion of Jewish law with the minutest details of our existence. By taking care of the small items, we merit to connect their divine sparks to the highest spiritual levels.

May we take the small stuff seriously.

Shabbat Shalom,

Ben-Tzion

Dedication

To the arrival in Montevideo of Rabbi and Rabbanit Kruger.

 

 

Fashionable Resurrections

Baal Haturim Deuteronomy: Ekev

Fashionable Resurrections

If that vital spark that we find in a grain of wheat can pass unchanged through countless deaths and resurrections, will the spirit of man be unable to pass from this body to another?  -William Jennings Bryan

vampire coffin

It is a principle of Jewish faith that at some point in the future, the dead will come back to life. We have it listed as 13th of Maimonides 13 Principles of Faith: “I believe with complete faith that there will be a revival of the dead when it will rise up the will from the Creator, blessed be His Name.”

This precept raises multiple questions:

  • In what body will we return?
  • Will we return old or young?
  • If we suffered the loss of a limb, will we return whole?
  • If you believe in reincarnation, which person will return?
  • And finally, will we return dressed or naked?

While I have faith that all of these questions will be taken care of satisfactorily, the Baal Haturim does provide in Deuteronomy 8:3 the answer to at least one of the questions. He states that the resurrected will return fully clothed. He gives the analogy to wheat. If a seed of wheat can be buried in the ground “naked”, decompose, and return fully grown and “clothed” then so too, those destined to return from death will return fully clothed.

One less thing to worry about.

Shabbat Shalom,

Ben-Tzion

Dedication

To all innocent victims of violence.

Unusual Success

First posted on The Times of Israel at: http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/ekev-unusual-success/

Netziv Deuteronomy: Ekev

Unusual Success

“The supernatural is the natural not yet understood.” -Elbert Hubbard

As modern men of science, we are in love with the laws of cause and effect. This is true not only in the physical laws, but also in the social and economic laws. This linear thinking certainly dominates the world of business, where one expects that thorough research, good planning, intelligent decisions, skilled personnel and hard work should ostensibly lead to success.

While all these things are generally prerequisites, we are still witnesses to abysmal failures of well executed and well funded ventures as well as the uncommon successes of businesses that one can only say that extreme “luck” was on their side.

The Netziv on Deuteronomy 7:13 introduces another unusual source of success. According to the Netziv the study of Torah, the daily encounter and familiarization with Jewish law and tradition is an uncommon source of blessings. He states that by learning Torah, God bestows blessings over and above the laws of nature. There is some supernatural power in the study of the Torah that can have an influence beyond the rational.

Let’s take advantage and reach for those supernatural blessings.

Shabbat Shalom,

Ben-Tzion

Dedication

To Robin Williams. You were an uncommon success who made us laugh. We will miss you.

For a speedy recovery of Jackeline Denise Eliana bat Ana Osnat.

The Illusion of Reality

[First posted on The Times of Israel at: http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/ekev-the-illusion-of-reality/]

Ibn Ezra Deuteronomy: Ekev

The Illusion of Reality

“Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.” -Lily Tomlin

One of the more insightful films of recent years was the popular “The Matrix” produced by the Wachowski Brothers. The writers imagined a reality that was a sophisticated illusion. Humanity it turned out was dormant, dreaming a collective dream as the machines fed upon human energy. However, the dream felt real. All of the senses were engaged. The brains of the trapped humans saw, felt, heard, smelled and tasted what they perceived as reality.

Only a select minority was free of The Matrix and saw reality for what it was. Ibn Ezra on Deuteronomy 8:3 alludes that our world may also be merely a façade for a deeper reality. He explains that the Children of Israel did not live on bread, but rather by the more divinely obvious Ma’an that descended from the heavens daily. He correlates the bread to the courser, more material, physical reality, while the Ma’an is much more representative of the deeper reality of God’s underlying power and will, which is what truly sustains our existence.

May we see through the illusions of our life to the profound truths of our universe.

Shabbat Shalom,

Ben-Tzion

Dedication

To the people on different sides of the planet who assisted us in many timely and stress-relieving ways in the reality of moving from one existence to an apparently different one. Though the strain may be a temporal illusion, the relief and friendship are real.

Imperialistic Israel

Ohr Hachayim Deuteronomy: Ekev

Imperialistic Israel

“I will insist that the Hebrews have done more to civilize men than any other nation … fate had ordained the Jews to be the most essential instrument for civilizing the nations.” -John Adams (1735-1826)

Europe is an economic mess, the height of the American empire seems to be in the past, and the question of China as the next superpower still remains a question. Israel on the other hand is proving itself to be economically strong and one of the leading exporters of vital technology to the world.

[The rest of this Torah Insight is at http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/imperialistic-israel/]

The Double-Edged Dollar

Kli Yakar Deuteronomy: Ekev

 

The Double-Edged Dollar

“Ambition makes the same mistake concerning power that avarice makes concerning wealth. She begins by accumulating power as a means to happiness, and she finishes by continuing to accumulate it as an end.” Charles Caleb Colton

Moses recounts how Korah, Datan, Aviram and their followers that rebelled against Moses and God were swallowed up by the earth with all their belongings:

“The earth opened her mouth, and swallowed them up, and their households, and their tents, and all the fortunes at their feet.” Deuteronomy 11:6

The Kli Yakar notes the interesting phrase, “the fortunes at their feet.” He explains that ones wealth is what stands a person up on “their feet.” He quotes Maimonides who sets out that wealth is the basis of a normative life and one of the four pillars (admittedly the lowest – hence the “feet”) of a healthy and successful existence.

The Kli Yakar draws on a midrash that claims Korah was extravagantly wealthy. Israelis to this day still use the term “as wealthy as Korah” to denote extreme wealth. This great wealth led him astray. He thought it was a foundation, a platform, for more power. The desire for greater prestige skewed his thinking. Though he had been considered a great man, he did not see what was clearly erroneous thinking. His wealth blinded him to reality and to the fact that he had taken the wrong side in an ill-considered battle.

In the end, the same wealth that sustained him and his family corrupted his judgment and betrayed him.

May we control our wealth, as opposed to our wealth controlling us.

Shabbat Shalom,

Bentzi

Dedication

To Karl Marx. Though I don’t agree with many of the theories he gave birth to and certainly not several of the forms they evolved to, some of the recent protests are reminders that he had a point.

The Water Swindler

[This story first appears at http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/the-water-swindler/]

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Deuteronomy Fiction: Ekev

 

The Water Swindler

“And when thy herds and thy flocks multiply, and thy silver and thy gold is multiplied, and all that thou hast is multiplied; then thy heart be lifted up, and thou forget the Lord thy God…and thou say in thy heart: ‘My power and the might of my hand hath gotten me this wealth.’ …And it shall be, if thou shalt forget the Lord thy God, and walk after other gods, and serve them, and worship them, I forewarn you this day that ye shall surely perish.”

from Deuteronomy Chapter 8

“And Joshua the son of Nun, the servant of the Lord, died, being a hundred and ten years old…And also all that generation were gathered unto their fathers; and there arose another generation after them, that knew not the Lord, nor yet the work which He had wrought for Israel. And the children of Israel did that which was evil in the sight of the Lord… and followed other gods, of the gods of the peoples that were round about them, and worshipped them; and they provoked the Lord. And they forsook the Lord… and served Baal and the Ashtaroth.”

from Judges Chapter 2

Baral of the Tribe of Ephraim paced within the newly built fence that protected his cistern. The hot Canaanite sun beat down on his browned biceps. It is my cistern, he told himself. I dug hard and deep. The stream is in my property and I have the right to it. If I want to narrow the stream and collect the water, it is my business. I need this water. I can’t rely just on the rains.

His adventurous goats and the annoying children of his neighbors had been getting closer to the cistern than he liked. He had already lost one young goat this week and didn’t want to take chances on losing another. It was strange, though. There had been no wolf sightings and though his cistern was deep and dark, he could not make out any irregularities at its bottom.

“Open the water gate to Talmon’s field,” he barked at a servant. Baral still held the bag of copper coins Talmon had given him for the water. “You are a thief,” Talmon had yelled, his short brown hair glistening in the heat. “But you leave me no choice.” Talmon had thrown the bag at Baral and stomped away.

Baral’s servant ran down the hill alongside a dry water channel. He passed a series of wooden gates that branched from the channel to neighboring fields. He lifted the gate of Talmon’s field and waved at Baral. Baral opened the main gate of the cistern. Water gushed down the channel. Barel counted on his fingers until he reached ten and then shut the gate. Moments later the servant closed the gate as well. Little children lapped up water that passed them on its way to irrigate Talmon’s field.

An elderly white-robed Levite climbed up the mountain towards Baral.

Not again, Baral thought.

“Good day, Baral,” the Levite panted. A palsied hand held on to a gnarled oak branch.

“Good day, Yodam,” Baral nodded.

“Terrible news about your neighbor’s wife,” Yodam said, “to die so suddenly.”

“Mela was old and infirm, though she did go faster than most,” Baral said. “What do you seek in my humble domain?”

“You are delayed in giving your tithe, Baral.” The old man wheezed.

“I have told you, Yodam. I can’t afford to pay you now. My crops and livestock are tied up. I invested a lot in this watering operation and servants are not cheap. Perhaps next season.”

“You are in contravention of God’s law. His blessing shall not remain on you if you flaunt His will so easily.”

“What blessing?” Baral fumbled inside the opening of his tunic and clutched something hanging from his neck. “Did God dig my cistern? Does he feed my goats? Does he plow my land? I am the one doing all the work. It is only my wits and my labor that has brought me blessing, Yodam. Stop preaching to me. Where is this invisible God that does so much but never shows himself?”

Yodam’s tired eyes widened suddenly. His mouth opened and then closed without emitting a sound. Finally he spoke in a harsh whisper. “You are making a grave mistake, Baral. If you turn your back on God, the results cannot be good.”

“I don’t need you or your God, Levite. Be gone.”

Baral still clutched at his necklace and stared at Yodam. Yodam closed his eyes sadly, shook his head and turned to walk slowly down the mountain.

I like the priests of Ashtarte better, Baral thought. They’re cheaper. His own Levite brethren demand a full tenth of his produce – an incredible amount. And what did he get in return? An earful of pious monologues and angry warnings. The Ashtartites on the other hand requested much less. A bag of flour or a single goat. And they knew how to show gratitude. They had given him a beautiful little god. A golden one no less. He had seen people carrying clay figurines of Ashtarte with her fertile stomach and her heavy bosom. But the priests had sensed the potential in Baral. They gave him a golden Ashtarte. Baral appreciated their cunning. They knew a man of his standing among the Israelites required discretion. They cleverly made a hole within the torso of the golden figurine and thread a strong thin leathery rope through it. The idol hung around his neck underneath his tunic.

Baral kissed his Ashtarte often. He made sure no one was looking. He loved the feel of gold on his lips. When he couldn’t kiss it, he would stick his hand in his tunic and hold it, enjoying its solid heavy weight.

Talmon stomped up the hill with an ax in one hand, followed by a procession of four other neighbors, and three judges including the panting Yodam. Talmon’s going to say I didn’t give him enough water, Baral thought. He looks furious. I didn’t hold back that much water. Why should he be so mad? Why the whole ensemble?

“You swindler,” Talmon yelled as he came within earshot. “You are a thief and an evil man. Your water is making my kids sick.”

“What are you talking about?” Baral answered. “There is nothing wrong with my water, and I am not giving your money back.”

“You fool. You’ll lose much more than your money if I’m right. When is the last time you tasted it?” Talmon grabbed Baral by the tunic.

“Get your hands off of me,” Baral pushed Talmon away. “I taste it every day. It is fine. Leave me alone.”

“It is not fine. It is poisonous. Do you drink from your fancy cistern, or do you get your water from elsewhere?”

“It’s from the same stream. I get mine from an upstream channel. But it’s the same water.”

“Let’s see,” Talmon walked towards the gated cistern.

“Wait,” Baral stood in front of him. “This is my property and you cannot enter without my leave.”

“I have a son dying down there, and it may be your fault.” Talmon looked up at bulky Baral who stood almost a head taller than him. “I swear by God,” Talmon raised his ax, “if you don’t get out of my way I will kill you.”

“Okay, okay, no need to get violent.” Baral stepped aside. “There is nothing to see anyway.”

Talmon approached the cistern and drew water. He swished the water in his mouth and then spit it out with a grimace. “It is rancid,” he cried out. “Taste it.”

Baral’s eyes widened. No, he thought. It’s not possible. It would be a disaster.

Baral drank some water. He tried to spit it out casually. “It’s not so bad.”

“Liar!” Talmon yelled. “Something is poisoning this water and I’m going to find it right now.”

Talmon peered deep into the cistern, but could not see anything below, even in the midday sun. The assembly of neighbors and judges also looked in with no success. They walked further upstream and noticed the areas where Baral had narrowed the stream.

Baral followed the group closely, scowling at the intruders backs. In a few areas thick hedges grew wild, obstructing the view. Talmon jumped into the shallow stream, soaking his sandals and the bottom of his tunic. He slogged slowly against the light gurgling current, splashing noisily. Baral and the rest of the group followed him.

“Look. Here it is,” Talmon exclaimed.

In the middle of the stream, hidden by thick shrubs was the decomposing carcass of a small goat.

“It is your fault,” Talmon pointed at Baral. “Your greed and your negligence have brought us ruin. It’s your fault Mela died. It’s your fault the children are dying. It’s your fault our crops are all ruined. Months of work and money are gone, dying in the sun.”

“You can’t blame me for this,” Baral argued. “I didn’t know. It was an accident.”

“You are witnesses,” Talmon pointed at the group. “By God, I want justice and I want it now. What is the verdict?” Talmon pointed at the judges. “You have all the evidence and all the facts in front of you. Who will pay for our damages? Baral should be exiled for the death of Mela. He won’t need his land if he’s in exile.”

“First take the carcass out of the water,” Yodam said. “Then let us find a shady place where we can sit and review the case.”

Yodam and a neighbor hauled the soggy carcass out of the water. The group walked to the entrance of Baral’s large house as the sun crossed to the west.

Baral fetched three stools for the judges and held on to his necklace. Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead down to his neck. He knew their decision would be final and most likely disastrous.

The judges spoke amongst themselves and then turned to Baral.

“Baral, do you have anything to say in your defense?” Yodam asked.

“Yes. First of all, I did not know the goat was there. Second of all, nobody knows that Mela really died from the water or that the children were sickened because of it. Third of all, I don’t see why I should be responsible for any of this. And finally, I think it unfair, that the man who not less than an hour ago came pressing me for my tithe should be the one deciding on the fate of my land and produce.”

“Is that all you have to say Baral?” Yodam asked.

“Yes.”

“Talmon, you will speak for the other neighbors as well?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Proceed.”

“For years Baral has been slowly narrowing the stream and deepening his cistern. We did not say anything, as the water which is our right still flowed to us. Last season he stopped the flow. He gave us no choice but to pay for his water. We grudgingly agreed. We did not have a choice. If the poisoning would have occurred to public waters, we would have no complaint besides negligence. But it happened in his waters. We paid good money to irrigate our crops. A whole season worth of crops are ruined because of his water. His water killed Mela and sickened my children to the point that I don’t know if they will recover. We demand that all our losses and expenses be covered and that this murderer be sent to exile.”

The other neighbors murmured their agreement. The judges conveyed. They turned towards each other and spoke heatedly, pointing at each other, nodding and shaking their heads. They counted on their hands and pointed at the fields and land of Baral and his neighbors.

The top of Baral’s tunic was wet from sweat and his idol became slick in his hand. He cupped the idol in both hands and brought it to his lips. He kissed it gently with a fervent prayer to Ashtarte. Please help me. These judges will take everything away from me and exile me to Shechem. To be in a Levite city, copperless and surrounded by more Yodams will be unbearable.”

The judges faced the growing crowd. News arrived that Talmon’s son had died. Talmon ripped the front of his tunic and sat on the ground, red eyed, not shifting his gaze from Baral.

“We are sorry for your loss, Talmon,” Yodam stated. “We believe that Baral’s dead goat in his water is responsible for your son’s death and that of Mela.”

The crowd murmured in approval.

“However, this was indirect and not intentional and we do not hold Baral responsible enough to warrant exile for the deaths. He does not even require to be presented in a larger court for capital cases. The main use of the water he sold you was for irrigation, and as such the deaths were accidental.”

“What?” Baral called.

“Silence,” Yodam put up his hand. “We are not finished.” Baral wiped sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

“We do find Baral responsible for the financial losses. By taking control of what was previously a public water source, he needed to ensure its fitness for use. By charging for the water, he in essence took responsibility for its use. By being the direct cause of the loss of your crops, he must make full restitution and it is considered as if he did intentional damage to your fields. He needed to be much more careful with the water he provided for irrigation.”

“But that was accidental too,” Baral cried.

“Your scheme to sell free water to your neighbors was no accident. Baral, you have shown a consistent disregard for your neighbors and for your brethren in general, so we are not surprised by your behavior. While it is true that I pressed you for the tithe, I did so only as an agent for my needy Levite brothers, just as I am an agent of our courts in administering justice.”

“I cannot pay off everyone’s losses; it would leave me with nothing.”

“Less than nothing, we calculate. The fair value of your produce, livestock, house and land would perhaps cover half of your neighbor’s losses. You shall be sold into servitude for a six year period to help cover the rest of their losses. After the period of servitude you will be free. The land will return to you or your descendants only during the Jubilee.”

Baral stood, unmoving, unblinking. I don’t believe what they are saying. Copperless? Landless? A servant? Servants work for me. I work for no man. I will not submit to this. They take everything and still want to make me a slave?

Baral spat in Yodam’s face. “I work for no man,” Baral declared. Baral took his necklace off and waved the golden idol for all to see. It seemed to smile in the glinting sun. “I renounce you. I renounce you and your God. You are the ones who are thieves. You take my ancestral land. You take my hard-earned money and flocks and produce and give it to my friendless neighbors.” Baral then kissed his idol. “I shall go to the Ashtartites. They know how to treat me. They give me the proper respect.” And then he ran.

He ran down his mountain and into the valley. He ran for miles. He reached the mountain of the Ashtartites. At the top of the mountain Baral could see the tall Ashtartite fortress, all of pink sandstone. The sun was setting giving it a reddish hue. Baral placed his idol back around his neck outside his tunic. He knocked on the heavy door of the fortress. Sentries on the tower reported his approach.

“It’s me, Baral,” he yelled. “Open up. Please. I need your help.”

The high priest, an old man in red robes and a shaven head welcomed Baral into the courtyard of the fortress. Red cobblestones were darkened by the shadow of the fortress walls. Torches on the wall were already lit, lighting the cool courtyard.

“What happened, my son?” the high priest asked.

“Oh, Ashtor. It was horrible. That Levite Yodam took everything away from me. My land, my goats, everything. They wanted to sell me as a servant. Can you believe it?”

“That is indeed terrible.” Ashtor looked crestfallen. “I have heard of Israelite justice and it truly is difficult to understand.” Ashtor signaled with his fingers to the guard in the courtyard. He touched his thumb to his middle finger making a ring of flesh. The guard nodded and entered a storeroom. “What can we do for you, Baral?”

“I need a place to stay. A home. I have renounced the Israelite God and fully embrace Ashtarte. I need a place to rest and figure out how to get back on my feet.”

“It is such a shame you lost everything,” Ashtor said. “We had such hopes for you. When you had land and power and wealth we saw a great future for you. Your taking over the stream was particularly cunning and I don’t doubt was partly from our influence. But now that you are copperless, you will be mostly a burden.” Ashtor approached Baral and ripped the golden idol from his neck.

“My God!” Baral cried. “That is my God. How can you take it away from me?”

“You will not need this one anymore,” Ashtor said as he caressed the idol and placed it gingerly in his pocket.

“Why? What are you doing?” Baral asked as the guard returned to the room and approached Baral’s back.

“You seek a home. We shall give you one. You will be spending considerable time here.” Ashtor said as Baral heard the clink of copper shackles on his ankles. “Take him to the slave pit,” Ashtor told the guard.

“The slave pit? I am to become a slave? For how long? I would have been better off with the Levites.”

“Our slaves work forever or until they die. So far they have all died first. Some quickly.”

Ashtor turned to the guard. “Remember to give the slave a clay Ashtarte. A heavy one. Perhaps he will find it comforting.”

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