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    TERUMAH: IN A DARK EXILE, WHISPERING TREES – A FATHER PLANTS SAPLINGS 210 YEARS EARLY, OFFERING SOLACE TO HIS CHILDREN

    The Smuggler
    Tony comes up to
    the Mexican border
    on his bicycle. He’s
    got two large bags
    over his shoulders.
    Joe, the border guard,
    stops him and says,

    “What’s in the bags?”
    “Sand,” answers Tony.
    Joe says, “We’ll just see about that. Get off
    the bike.” Joe takes the bags and rips them
    apart; he empties them out and finds nothing
    in them but sand. He detains Tony overnight
    and has the sand analyzed, only to discover
    that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags.
    Joe releases Tony, puts the sand into new
    bags, hefts them onto the man’s shoulders,
    and lets him cross the border.
    The next day, the same thing happens. Joe
    asks, “What have you got?”
    “Sand,” says Tony.
    Joe does his thorough examination and
    discovers that the bags contain nothing but
    sand. He gives the sand back to Tony, and
    Tony crosses the border on his bicycle.
    This sequence of events is repeated every
    day for three years. Then Joe runs across
    Tony one day in a cantina in Mexico.
    “Hey, buddy,” says Joe, “I retired. I know

    you are smuggling something. It’s driving me
    crazy. It’s all I think about … I can’t sleep.
    Just between you and me, what are you
    smuggling?”
    Tony sips his beer and says, “bicycles.”
    Cedar Trees
    One of the most employed materials in the
    building of the Mishkan—discussed in this
    week’s parsha, Terumah—was cedarwood
    (“atzei shitim.”) Much of the structure and
    many of the vessels of the Mishkan were
    fashioned from cedar.
    Says Rashi, quoting the Midrash:
    How did the Bnei Yisrael obtain [cedar
    wood for the construction of the Sanctuary]
    in the desert? Rabbi Tanchuma explained:
    Our father Yaakov foresaw with his holy
    spirit that Israel was destined to build a
    Sanctuary in the desert; so he brought cedars
    to Mitzrayim and planted them [there], and
    instructed his children to take them along
    when they left Mitzrayim.
    This seems strange. Why carry trees from
    the Holy Land to plant in Mitzrayim for use
    in a building to be constructed centuries later?
    Surely, there is no dearth of wood in wealthy
    Mitzrayim, and, in any case, it could always
    be obtained for a price wherever their
    descendants might find themselves. Even the
    Sinai desert was not far from populated areas

    from where the Jews could obtain cedarwood.
    From the day Yaakov descended to Mitzrayim
    till the Exodus, 210 years passed. In life, it is
    good to plan long-term. I know people who
    pack for a trip one week before the flight. It is
    not my style, but I can respect them. Yet to
    pack up 210 years before a journey, seems
    like going overboard. Did Yaakov feel that he
    needs to prepare the cedar wood 210 years
    before it was needed? Could he not have told
    his children to obtain cedars in or around
    Mitzrayim? Imagine, a fellow by the name of
    Jacob Isakson (son of Isaac) is relocating
    from Russia to the US in 1810. He brings
    with him cedar saplings to plant in America.
    He tells his children that one day in 2023 they
    might leave America to go build a sanctuary
    in the desert and they will need cedarwood. It
    would be strange; we could buy the wood in
    America!It is not like Yaakov came to
    Mitzrayim empty-handed, so he had nothing
    to take along, but some cedar trees. Yaakov, at
    the age of 130, was relocating his entire life,
    family, livestock, and his enormous wealth, to
    Mitzrayim. The last thing he needed to add to
    the wagons were cedar trees!
    Finding Comfort
    The answer to this question I heard from the
    Lubavitcher Rebbe at an address on Shabbos
    Parshat Terumah, 6 Adar, 5747, March 7,
    1987. I can still vividly recall the profound
    emotion with which the Rebbe shared this
    insight—and it moves me deeply to this
    day. The answer, the Lubavitcher Rebbe
    suggested, is intimated in the name of the
    Chachum who transmitted this tradition:
    Rabbi Tanchuma. As a rule, Rashi rarely
    quotes the authors of the teachings in
    Talmud and Midrash he quotes in his
    commentary. Here is one of the exceptions.
    Because it is the name of the rabbi who
    shared this teaching, Tanchumam which
    explains why Yaakov would engage in this
    seemingly unnecessary toil, two centuries
    before his descendants would need the
    cedar.
    The name “Tanchuma” means to comfort
    and console. Yaakov our father knew that
    one day the very country which has been
    so hospitable to him and his family, the
    country saved by his son Yosef, would
    turn its back on the Jews and transform
    their lives into purgatory. Mitzrayim
    would impose one of the most torturous
    conditions upon the Jews. Yaakov knew
    that Bnei Yisrael would need something to
    hold on to, something tangible to remind
    them that they don’t belong here;
    something concrete to imprint upon their
    tormented hearts that they come from
    somewhere else, and they will one day
    leave this torturous concentration camp
    and return home.
    A promise? Yes. He and Yosef promised
    the family that they would leave Mitzrayim
    one day. But a verbal promise is
    insufficient. People can’t live on words

    alone. Yaakov needed to give them something
    tangible that could comfort them and offer a
    measure of relief as they walked in a valley of
    tears and watched their infants plunged into a
    river.
    Whispering Trees
    Hence, the cedar trees. Yaakov transported
    from Eretz Canaan young, tender saplings of
    cedar and lovingly planted them in the soil of
    Mitzrayim, instructing his children, that one
    day, when they depart from this country, they
    must take these trees with them. Yaakov dies.
    Yosef dies. All the siblings die. Then all the
    grandchildren die. The first generations of
    Jews who still knew Yaakov and his children
    passed on. A new Pharaoh began to enslave
    the young nation. Brutal labor and the
    extermination of Jewish babies began to
    become the Jewish plight. And throughout
    this entire horrific ordeal, the crushed Jewish
    slaves watched these cedars grow. And with
    it, their hope grew. They harbored the
    knowledge that long before their enslavement
    by the Metzriyim, these trees had grown in
    the soil of Holy Land—the land promised to
    them as their eternal heritage. Each generation
    of Jews pointed out these cedar trees to their
    children, transmitted to them Yaakov’s
    instructions to take these trees along when
    they would leave Mitzrayim, to be fashioned
    into a Sanctuary for G-d. And so, throughout
    their long and bitter exile, these cedars had
    whispered to the Jewish slaves: This is not
    your home. You hail from a loftier, holier
    place. Soon you will leave this depraved land
    behind, to be reclaimed by G-d as His people.
    Soon you will uproot us from this foreign
    land and carry us triumphantly to Sinai,
    where you will construct of us an abode for
    the Divine presence, which shall once again
    manifest itself in your midst. These cedar
    trees stood as a permanent, tangible, silent
    but powerful, and tall symbol of courage,
    dignity, and hope in a bright future. They
    gave a nation of tormented, wretched slaves
    something to “hold on to” in a very concrete
    way, as they struggled under the yoke of their
    Metzriyim oppressors. These trees offered the
    Jews some measure of “Tanchumah,” of
    solace and fortitude, during their darkest
    moments. When the Jewish people held on to
    Yaakov’s “prehistoric” cedar trees, for a brief
    moment, they felt free. And that’s what you
    need in order to endure. It reminded them that
    in their essence they were not slaves, they did
    not deserve to be beaten and oppressed; they
    were inherently free and one day they would
    see that freedom.