The Assembly That Raised the Torah From the Ashes of Exile
Babylon burned the Temple and left one prince of David in a jail cell. Seventy years later Ezra led a company of exiles home to rebuild the walls.
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The Fire Left Only One Man of David's House
The army came in the ninth year of the king and did not leave. They threw a wall of earth around Jerusalem and sat down to wait. Two years the city starved behind its own stones. In the eleventh year the walls broke, and Nebuchadnezzar carried the last of Judah north into Babylon, the warriors and the officials, seven thousand fighting men out of Benjamin and the other tribes, and behind them the smoke of the burning Temple.
Count the loss. Eight hundred and fifty years since Israel had first walked into the land. Eight hundred and ninety since they had left Egypt. All of it folded shut in a single season.
And of the house of David, the line that was supposed to hold the world steady, there remained one man. Jeconiah sat in a Babylonian prison for thirty-seven years before a new king pulled him out of the dark and let him live. He had sons in that foreign city. He begot Shealtiel and Malkiram and Pedaiah and Gemariah, thirty-eight families in all, a royal house shrunk to a handful of names the sages passed from mouth to mouth in the exile. That was all that was left of the kingdom of David. Names, whispered, in Babylon.
The Road Back From Babylon
Seventy years the kingdom of Babylon held. Then it cracked. Belshazzar ruled his three years and fell, and Darius the Mede came, and the kingdom of the Chaldeans went out the way a lamp goes out when the last of the oil is gone.
In the first year of Cyrus king of Persia the gates opened. Zerubbabel son of Shealtiel, grandson of the imprisoned king, went up to Jerusalem with his exiles walking behind him. Beside him came Jeshua son of Jehozadak, whose family had held the high priesthood since before the fire, and the prophets Haggai and Zechariah to keep the hands moving on the stone.
It did not go smoothly. Ahasuerus rose up, halted the building of the house, and set himself to tear Israel out of the earth root and branch. He failed. He and the wicked Haman were the ones torn out of the world, and the walls went back up.
Ezra Came Up and Made the Temple Ready
Then Ezra the Scribe came up. In the eighteenth year of the Mede, seventy years after the Temple had burned, he led another company of exiles out of Babylon and set his hands to the ruin. He built the walls of Jerusalem. He made the Temple ready. Around him the scattered thing began, slowly, to draw back into a people. The children born in Babylon had never seen this place. He would show them what a nation looked like when it stood on its own ground again.
Eight Hundred Scrolls Entered the Court
They called the assembly, and Ezra and Zerubbabel and Jeshua stood at the head of it. The people came up into the court, and they did not come empty. Priests came, eight hundred of them in their garments. Children came, eight hundred, small and solemn among the men. And the scrolls came. Eight hundred rolls of the Torah, carried in on the arms of those who had guarded them through the long night, the same Law that had nearly gone into the flames with everything else.
Trumpets tore the air. The Levites lifted their voices and sang until the sound pressed on the walls. Anyone standing in that court felt the whole weight of the thing turn over, eight hundred scrolls of the Law lifted into the light above a people that had been ash and prison one generation before.
But this was not only a feast. There was a judgment waiting to be made, and the trumpets had gathered the court that would make it.
The Name Sealed the Boundary
At the edge of the returned people stood the Cutheans. Long before, the Assyrians had emptied the town of Cuthah and its neighbors and planted their people in Samaria, and the newcomers had taken up a bent and partial worship of Israel's God. Now they wanted in. They wanted to lay stones on the house.
The assembly refused them. "You have nothing to do with us to build a house unto our God," the leaders said, and they shut the door and sealed it shut.
They sealed it with the Torah's own instruments. The ban went out with the mystery of the Ineffable Name, the Name no mouth is permitted to shape, and with the very script that had once been cut into the tablets of the Law at Sinai. The court above and the court below signed the decree together. From that hour no Israelite was to eat a Cuthean's bread. "Everyone who eats the bread of the Cutheans is as though he had eaten the flesh of swine," they ruled, and no man in Israel was to receive a Cuthean as a proselyte, not then and not ever.
The verdict reached past this world into the next. The Cutheans would have no portion in the resurrection of the dead. No portion and no inheritance in Israel. No right, no memorial, in Jerusalem.
So the same script that raised the Law up out of the ashes drew the line around who stood inside it. Eight hundred scrolls had come into the light, and the first act of the restored covenant was to decide, with the Name and with the letters of Sinai, exactly where its edge would fall.
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