The Philosopher Who Asked If Idols Anger God
A fire burned a whole province and left the idol house standing. The philosopher thought that settled it. Rabban Gamliel asked him about a dog.
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The Philosopher Came to Argue
A philosopher came looking for Rabban Gamliel with a line from somebody else's book ready in his mouth. It is written in your Torah, he said, that the Lord your God is a jealous God.
Then he laid out the trap, and he laid it out well. Jealousy runs between equals. A sage envies a sage. A rich man envies a rich man. Nobody envies what is beneath him. So if your God burns with jealousy over a carved log, he said, the log must be worth something to Him. Admit that much and the whole of your Torah tilts.
Students had stopped to listen. Gamliel did not go up into the heavens for an answer. He told a story small enough to carry home from the market.
The Son Who Named a Dog After His Father
A man has a son, and the son takes the family dog and gives it his father's name. Then he bows down in front of the animal in the courtyard where the neighbors can see, and swears an oath on it. By the life of this dog, my father.
Gamliel let that sit.
Now, he said, when the father comes out and finds them, who is he angry with? The dog, or the son?
The philosopher had come to give the idol a role, even the role of a rival. Gamliel would not give it a role at all. Anger needs somebody who understood the insult. Wood does not understand. The boy bowing in the courtyard does.
The Fire That Spared the Idol House
"You call it a dog?" the philosopher said. "Is there no need at all for the thing?"
"What did you see that makes you say so?"
He had seen it, that was the answer. A fire had gone through a whole province, house after house down to ash, and when the smoke cleared the temple of the idol was still standing there untouched. Did the idol not stand up for itself? Did it not save its own house?
Gamliel came back with a king. A king of flesh and blood goes out to war. Who does he fight, the living or the dead?
"The living."
That was the whole answer, handed to the philosopher in his own voice. Heaven does not march against timber. A shrine left standing in a burnt field proves nothing about the god inside it. Corpses also survive battles they were never in.
Then Why Not Wipe Them Out
The philosopher shifted his ground. If God has no use for these things, why does He not destroy them? Break the statues, split the shrines, and the argument ends.
Gamliel asked him whether he worshipped only one thing.
Because it was not only statues, and both of them knew it. Men bowed to the sun and to the moon. They bowed to the stars and to the shapes the stars make. They bowed to mountains and hills, to streams and to the ravines cut by water, and they bowed to other men who let them do it.
Burn all of that and there is no world left. Shall God destroy His world, Gamliel asked, because of fools?
The philosopher had nothing to put after that.
The King Who Went Looking for Saplings
What God does instead is closer to gardening. A king plants an orchard, rows of nut trees and apple trees and pomegranates, and hands it to his son. While the son works the ground properly, the king walks the wider world looking for one beautiful sapling somewhere else, digs it up, and carries it back to plant among his son's trees. When the son lets the orchard go, the king walks into the rows and takes the finest tree out.
Yitro was one of the transplanted ones. He had been a priest in Midian, standing in front of altars of his own, and then word reached him about a sea that opened and a people that walked out of Egypt, and he came into the wilderness camp and said out loud that now he knew the Lord was greater than all the gods.
Rahab was another. She lived in the wall of a city under sentence, hid two spies under the flax drying on her roof, sent the king's men off down the wrong road, and tied a scarlet cord in her window while everything around her came down.
Neither of them was a shrine that survived a fire. Both of them were living, and both of them turned. That is the war God fights, house by house, while the statues keep the one power they ever had, which is silence.
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