How wonderful is it that we can be together on a special day like today! In a little while, God willing, we will complete services and move on into the social hall for a delicious Kiddush lunch. It will be all the more amazing because it will simply be there waiting for us. None of us will have to do any cooking. It will be a miracle!
Not exactly, I assure you that there was a tremendous amount of hard work yesterday preparing our delicious feast. And we are extremely grateful to the caterers, and to today’s kiddush sponsors for providing such a wonderful meal.
But there is something special about being able to sit down once a weak, for an extended meal in synagogue, or at home, that has already been prepared. That this opportunity comes every week is even more wonderful. That is the gift of Shabbat.
But do we see it that way?
It is the fifteenth day of the second month after the Israelites left Egypt – exactly one month later. They arrive at the wilderness of Sin on their way eventually to Mount Sinai.
They do what they do best – complain to Moses and Aaron. “If only God had let us die in Egypt, where at least the food was plentiful,” they grumble, “instead of being dragged out into the wilderness to starve to death!” The Israelites can be a bit melodramatic.
But God gives them what they want, directing Moses and Aaron to gather everyone together. God tells Moses, to tell Aaron, to tell the people what they can expect.
“By this evening you will be eating meat, and tomorrow you will have your bread.”
That night, a vast flock of quail appears, and the people feast.
The next morning, they awake to find a strange new substance covering the ground. “Man hu — what is it?” they ask.
“It is the bread that God has give you to eat,” Moses replies.
Then Moses instructs them what to do with it. “Everybody should gather as much as is needed for each individual in the household —one omer per person.” An omer is a unit of measure.
People being people, some gather more and some gather less. Miraculously, when they return to their tents, they find that everyone has exactly what he or she needs. No more, no less.
“Eat your fill. Don’t leave any leftovers,” Moses tells them. But they don’t listen. Some are worried about the next day, so they set aside leftovers. By the morning, it becomes maggot infested and smelly. Moses is angry that they continue to not listen to him.
But they quickly fall into a routine, getting up each morning to collect that day’s food. Everybody has as much as they need, and nobody goes hungry.
Five days pass. On the sixth day, something strange happens. When they get back to their tents, they find that they have collected double the amount as the previous five days. The chieftains, perplexed, turn to Moses for an explanation. “What is the meaning of this sudden abundance?”
Then, for the first time ever, they hear about Shabbat. “Tomorrow is a day of rest,” Moses explains, “a holy sabbath of the Lord. Prepare all of your food now. Whatever is left over, you can eat tomorrow.”
That is what the people do. Unlike the previous days, the leftovers do not rot.
“Eat up,” Moses urges them. “You won’t find any out on the ground today. It’s Shabbos.”
But there are some skeptics among the Israelites who go out anyways, despite Moses’ instructions.
God gets angry. “How long will you keep defying my instructions!”
Moses explains to the people: Adonai natan lakhem et haShabbat — “The Lord has give you the Shabbat; therefore He gives you two days’ food on the sixth day. Let everyone remain where he is: let no one leave his place on the seventh day.”
The people obey, and they call this miraculous bread man —manna. It will sustain them for the next forty years in the wilderness.
Note that we have two important phenomena introduced together. Manna and Shabbat. Prior to this passage, the Israelites are completely unaware of both of them. This is not a coincidence.
The Israelites will receive more details about Shabbat in subsequent parashiyot. And the Rabbis will really go to town elucidating the fine points in Shabbat observance. But by the end of this story in parashat Beshalach, what have the Israelites learned the day of rest?
1 Shabbat is connected with food.
2 Shabbat is a time for staying near to the home, and not for going out to ‘bring home the man,’ so to speak.
3 To observe Shabbat properly, one must prepare for it ahead of time.
4 Finally, Shabbat is a gift from God. Observing Shabbat is an act of faith.
That sounds like a pretty great introduction to me.
Many of us see modern life as too fast paced, too demanding, to take off a day to do something completely different. We tell ourselves, “things were simpler in the past. Our ancestors did not have as many distractions, or as many pressures as we have. Observing Shabbat was easier back then.”
The Torah’s description of the Israelites’ first Shabbat would suggest otherwise.
Surely some of those Israelites were doubtful when Moses said, “Hey! Don’t collect any food tomorrow. God will provide.” They did not trust that their would be enough. They worried they would not be able to get everything done in time. It was too difficult, too unrealistic, to take a whole day off. They did not see Shabbat as something special. They wanted to continue on exactly the same as the rest of the week. They did not understand it as a gift from God.
Perhaps that is why God wraps it up in miracles. Unfortunately for us, we can’t walk outside to find our food lying fresh on the ground each morning. But we are blessed to live in a world in which, if we plan for it, it is possible to have the same Shabbat experience as our ancestors in the wilderness. The question is, can I see Shabbat as a gift?
By the way, the excuses we make for why observing Shabbat is so difficult are exactly the reasons why we need to make Shabbat a regular part of our week.
So in a few minutes, when we sit down together in the social hall for our delicious man, let’s see it as a miracle that we are so blessed to be able to celebrate God’s gift of Shabbat to us. What can I do to appreciate that gift again next week?
Happy 30th Anniversary on becoming bar mitzvah and chanting Beshalach! Love, Dad
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