The Cloud Stood Still and Waited for Moses to Speak

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The Clothes That Grew With the Children

Rabbi Eleazar put the question to Rabbi Simeon the way you ask about a hole in a story. When Israel came out of Egypt, did they bring weavers with them?

No, Rabbi Simeon said.

"Then what did they wear for forty years?"

The ministering angels clothed them, he said.

"But the children grew."

Look at the purple snail, Rabbi Simeon said. Its shell grows while it grows. Nobody in that camp ever came out of a tent in the morning with his wrists hanging past his sleeves. The cloth stretched as the boy stretched. Nobody's coat ever got dirty either, because the clouds went over them and cleaned them, and forty years of walking in the same clothes in the desert left nobody smelling of it.

Seven Clouds Around the Camp

There were seven clouds and each had a job. One went in front. One came behind. Two stood on either flank. One lay overhead against the sun and the cold. One ran ahead of the whole procession flattening the high ground and filling in the low ground so that nobody stumbled walking.

The seventh was the strange one.

Four standards stood over that camp. Judah in the east, with a lion on the banner. Reuben in the south, a man holding mandrakes. Ephraim in the west, a fish. Dan in the north, a serpent. Out of the top of each banner came hooks of gold that narrowed to a point like a pike, and on those points rested one arm of the seventh cloud. Three letters were cut into each arm, one taken from Abraham, one from Isaac, one from Jacob, and the light of the Shechinah (שכינה), the divine presence, burned inside the letters so they could be read at a distance.

That accounted for twelve letters. One was left over, the He that God had taken out of His own name and given to Abram to make him Abraham. That one went on the cloud above the Ark, and all week long that cloud walked the circuit of every camp in Israel, giving light like the sun while it was day and like the moon after dark, so that a person out there could still tell one from the other.

The Water That Drew the Property Lines

Miriam's well sat by the entrance to the court, near the tent of Moses, and it told the tribes where to stop. When the curtains of the court went up, the twelve pillars around the well sang, and the water came up out of the ground and swelled into a river.

That river split. Four channels ran out to the four corners of the court, and from there the water spread through the camp of the Levites and out around the whole nation, running between one family and the next, between one tribe and the next, so that every household knew exactly where its ground ended without a single argument about it. The banks grew spices. People lay down on the herbs and the smell traveled, and the water itself tasted like the food of the world to come.

From the tabernacle curtains the rivers picked up the color of the blue dye, and lay across the wilderness like water at first light. Foreign nations saw it from a long way off, a shining thing in the desert with a whole people standing in the middle of it, praising God. Who are these, they said, looking at us out of the wilderness. Fear fell on them, and dread, and they did not come closer.

The Cloud Stood Still and Waited for Moses

When it was time to move, the cloud over the Ark with the two letters on it lifted off and turned in the direction Israel was to march, and the four lettered arms came away from the golden hooks and followed it. The priests watched for that. The moment they saw the clouds go, they put the trumpets to their mouths and blew, and the four winds came in from every side of the earth carrying myrrh and frankincense over the camp, so that the whole nation went up out of the wilderness inside a column of smoke that smelled like a king's storeroom.

But the cloud never went first.

Before it moved anywhere it shrank. It drew itself in and came to a stop directly in front of Moses and stood there, holding, until he said the words: "Rise up, Lord, and let Your enemies be scattered, and let those who hate You flee before You." Only then did it start.

And when the marching was done it did the same thing in reverse. The pillar contracted and stood in front of him and waited while a nation of six hundred thousand fighting men and their families and their cattle stood around waiting too, until Moses said, "Return, O Lord, to the many thousands of Israel." Then it spread out, first over the tribes under Judah's banner, then over the sanctuary, inside and out.

Every camp, every march, forty years. The thing that leveled mountains and lit the night and dressed their children would not take one step until a man opened his mouth and asked it to.

The Cloud That Let Nothing Through

Generations later another man stood outside a burning city with the same word in his mouth and it meant the opposite thing.

Jeremiah had watched the walls come down and the sanctuary burn and the people go east in ropes, and he sat in the rubble and prayed, and the prayer did not arrive. He said so plainly. You have wrapped Yourself in a cloud, so that no prayer gets through.

Same cloud. Same word for it. In the wilderness it had stood in front of Moses and waited to be told where to go. Over Jerusalem it hung there and let nothing pass, and there was nobody left whose voice moved it.