God Kept Israel an Eighth Day After the Nations Went Home
Seven days of Sukkot burned seventy bulls for the seventy nations. When the last one went up, Israel refused to go home and started arguing.
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The Seventieth Bull
Seven days of the festival, and every day fewer bulls on the altar than the day before, until the count ran out. Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Down and down to seven, and seventy in total, one for each nation on the earth.
The last of them went up in smoke and the courtyard should have emptied. The booths were already coming apart. The myrtle was dry. The priests were finished, and the smell of burnt fat still hung in the air over the whole city, and nobody moved toward the gates.
Then Israel opened its mouth and said the thing a guest is not supposed to say to a host.
The Ledger
"Master of the universe. Did You add peace to the generation of the Flood? Did one of them bring You a single bull? A single ram?"
It went on from there and it got worse. The men who built the tower and said to each other, come, let us build ourselves a city. Sodom. Pharaoh. Sennacherib. Nebuchadnezzar. Not one animal on an altar from any of them, and it was not only that they failed to sacrifice. They spent their lives making God angry, and they had their tranquility anyway, whole reigns of it, cities and armies and years.
Then the accounting turned to the other side of the page. "We were given the festivals and we kept them. New moons. Passover. The day of the horn. The day of atonement. This week of booths. Not one of them abolished, not one of them let go, and an animal for every one.
So to whom is it fitting for You to add?"
The nerve of it is hard to overstate. Israel had just spent a week burning seventy bulls for the benefit of nations that had, several of them, tried to erase Israel from the map. Now the congregation stood in the smoke of that generosity and asked for something back, and the ask was not for rain or victory or bread. Add a day. Add a festival. We will bring the offering.
Detained
The answer came back as a promise about the calendar. Nothing would be taken away. Something would be added.
What arrived was Shemini Atzeret, the eighth day, and the word in its name means a holding back. A detention. The seventy bulls were spent and the nations were sent off to the ends of the earth with what they came for, and one people was kept behind after the large banquet, for a smaller one.
The offering that day is not seventy of anything. It is one bull and one ram. A private table after a public feast.
The booths come down. Everything that made the week visible from the street gets carried in and stacked. The intimacy is the part that does not fold up.
Clear and Ruddy
There is a second conversation in the sources, and it starts with an insult dressed as a question. The nations ask Israel's daughters what is so special about this beloved of yours. How is he more than any other beloved, that you make us swear oaths about him.
The answer comes back in two colors. My beloved is clear and ruddy.
Clear is mercy. Ruddy is judgment, and the sources do not soften what that means. On one night in Egypt the same God was clear over the doorposts smeared with blood and red through every Egyptian house where a firstborn slept. At the sea a few days later He was clear for the people walking on dry ground between the walls, and red for the chariots when the water came back down on them. One will, one night, two colors, and the difference between them was which side of the doorpost a man stood on.
This is not a soft beloved. Israel is not describing a comfortable arrangement. Israel is saying that the one who kept the doorposts is the one who closed the sea, and that both hands belong to the same body.
The Beloved Who Is Fire
Rabbi Levi bar Haita ran the two colors through an ordinary year and did not flinch at the result. Clear in the world that is coming, red in this one. Clear on the Sabbath, red on the six days. Clear on the day of the horn, red across all the ordinary months in between. Hardship might be punishment. It might be a correction. It might be a payment held back and stored somewhere out of sight. He would not choose between those and he would not pretend the red away.
Rabbi Abba bar Kahana took the last line of the answer, more than ten thousand others, and made it physical. An earthly king is known by his clothes. Take the purple off him and he is a man in a room. This one has no clothes. He is fire, and the servants standing around Him are fire, and the law came out from His right hand burning.
That is who kept them an extra day. Not a mild host with a warm table. Fire, holding a people back after the guests have gone, for one bull and one ram and a morning with nobody else in the courtyard. God's own feast, and only one guest at it.
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