Haman Cast Lots Against Every Day, Every Month, Every Tree
Haman did not just pick a date to destroy the Jews. He tested every day of the week, every month of the year, and every tree in creation. Every single one turned against him.
Haman did not randomly pick the date for the destruction of the Jews. He tested every possibility in the universe and the universe rejected him at every turn. That is the story the rabbis saw inside the single Hebrew word pur, the lot, the casting of fate.
Rabbi Chama bar Chanina, teaching in third-century Palestine and preserved in the Yalkut Shimoni, a 13th-century midrash anthology compiled by Rabbi Shimon of Frankfurt, unpacks the Purim story from the inside out. His teaching begins with Haman casting lots for the days of the week. Sunday: the light was created, Israel will be protected. Tuesday: the Garden of Eden was formed. Wednesday: the sun stopped in Giveon for Joshua. Thursday: the creatures of the field were made. Friday: the Behemoth of a thousand mountains, the primal beast God set aside for the feast of the righteous in the world to come. Saturday: Israel keeps the Shabbat, the holy rest that binds them to creation's seventh day. Every single day came up protected. Not one was available for the slaughter.
So Haman turned to the months. Nissan: the Passover lamb. Iyar: the manna descended. Sivan: the Torah was given at Sinai. Tamuz, Av: catastrophic months, yes, but the tradition holds that catastrophe does not strike twice in the same season. Elul: the tithing of animals. Tishrei: the great holidays. MarCheshvan: the Temple was built, in the month called Bul. Kislev: Chanukah, the dedication of the Tabernacle. Tevet: the goat of Capricorn, calling up the memory of the skins Jacob wore when his father blessed him (Genesis 27:16). Shevat: Aquarius the Water-Bearer, calling up the merit of Moses who drew water from the well (Exodus 2:19). Month after month after month, closed off, protected, tied to something sacred.
Adar came up last. The fish of Pisces. Haman rejoiced: fish are swallowed. He said, they are caught in my hands just like that fish. But God said to him: fool. Fish sometimes swallow and sometimes are swallowed. You will be the one swallowed in their hands. The reversal was already written into the constellation.
Then the tradition adds a layer that few people know. Haman did not just cast lots for dates. He cast lots for a tree.
The story of the gallows Haman built for Mordecai is famous. What is less known is the rabbinic teaching, preserved also in the Chronicles of Jerahmeel, that Haman tested tree after tree before settling on the cedar. He tried the grapevine: Israel was compared to a vine brought from Egypt (Psalms 80:9). Not available. The olive tree: a verdant olive tree of notable fruit (Jeremiah 11:16). Not available. The apple tree: under the apple tree I roused you (Song of Songs 8:5). Not available. The pomegranate, the date palm, the nut tree, the myrtle, the willow, the citron: each one tied to Israel by a verse, each one unavailable to serve as the instrument of destruction.
Every tree in creation had already been claimed for something holy.
The cedar he finally chose was the one tree not already mapped onto Israel's destiny. And God said: that tree was prepared for you from the six days of creation. The cedar of Lebanon, the great symbol of imperial power in the ancient world, the wood of kings and conquerors, had been waiting since before Haman was born to be the tree on which he would hang.
Rabbi Chama's teaching is structured as a theology of closed exits. Haman moved through the entire architecture of sacred time and sacred nature and found that every door was locked against him. The covenant between God and Israel did not protect them because they were powerful or virtuous in the moment. It protected them because the entire calendar, every day and every month, had been woven into a pattern of meaning that left no empty space for annihilation to enter.
The word pur means lot, chance, fate decided by random casting. The Purim story insists that there is no such thing as random. Every day Haman tested already belonged to something. Every tree he tried was already spoken for. The lot kept falling wrong because the universe had already been arranged to answer him with a no. What looked like Haman's meticulous planning was actually a man walking through a locked room, trying door after door, finding each one bolted from the inside by three thousand years of covenant.
The one thing that was prepared for him was the thing he built himself.