It is a scene that still has the power to shock and disturb. The people complain. There is no water. It is an old complaint and a predictable one. That is what happens in a desert. Moshe should have been able to handle it with ease. He has been through far tougher challenges. Yet suddenly at Mei Meriva, in Parshat Chukat, he exploded into anger: “‘Listen, you rebels, shall we bring you water out of this rock?’ Moshe raised his hand and struck the rock twice with his staff” (Bamidbar 20:10-11).
In past essays I have argued that Moshe did not sin. He was the right leader for the generation that left Egypt, but not the right leader for their children who would cross the Jordan, conquer a land and build a society. The fact that he was not permitted to lead the next generation was not a failure but an inevitability. As a group of slaves facing freedom, a new relationship with G-d, and a difficult journey, the Children of Israel needed a strong leader capable of contending with them and with G-d. But as builders of a new society, they needed a leader who would not do the work for them but who would instead inspire them to do it themselves.
The face of Moshe was like the sun, the face of Yehoshua was like the moon (Bava Batra 75a). The difference is that sunlight is so strong it leaves no work for a candle, whereas a candle can illuminate when the only other source of light is the moon. Yehoshua empowered his generation more than a figure as strong as Moshe would have done.
But there is another question altogether. What made this trial different? Why did Moshe momentarily lose control? He had faced this challenge before.
The Torah mentions two previous episodes. One took place at Mara, after the division of the Red Sea. The people found water, but it was bitter. Moshe prayed to G-d, G-d told him how to sweeten it, and the episode passed.
The second episode occurred at Refidim (Shemot 17:1-7). This time there was no water at all. Moshe rebuked the people: “Why are you quarrelling with me? Are you trying to test G-d?” He then turned to G-d and said, “What am I to do with this people? Before long they will stone me!” G-d told him to go to a rock at Chorev, take his staff, and hit the rock. Moshe did so, and water came out.
There was drama, tension, but nothing like the emotional distress in this week’s parsha. Surely Moshe, by now almost forty years older, with a generation of experience behind him, should have coped with this challenge. He had been there before.
The text gives us a clue, but so understated that we can easily miss it. The chapter begins: “In the first month, the whole Israelite community arrived at the desert of Zin, and they stayed at Kadesh. There Miriam died and was buried. Now there was no water for the community…” (Bamidbar 20:1-2).
Many commentators see a connection. Tradition tells of a miraculous well that accompanied the Israelites during Miriam’s lifetime in her merit. When she died, the water ceased.
There is, though, another way of reading the connection. Moshe lost control because his sister had just died. He was in mourning for his eldest sibling. It is hard to lose a parent, but in some ways it is even harder to lose a brother or sister. They are your generation. You feel the Angel of Death. You face your own mortality.
Miriam was more than a sister to Moshe. She was the one, while still a child, to follow the course of the basket holding her baby brother as it drifted down the Nile. She had the courage and ingenuity to approach Pharaoh’s daughter and suggest that she employ a Hebrew nurse for the child, thus ensuring that Moshe would grow up knowing his family, his people, and his identity.
In a truly remarkable passage, the Sages say that Miriam persuaded her father Amram, the leading scholar of his generation, to annul his decree that Hebrew husbands should divorce their wives and have no more children because there was a 50 percent chance that any child born would be killed.
“Your decree,” said Miriam, “is worse than Pharaoh’s. He only decreed against the males, yours applies to females also. He intends to rob children of life in this world; you would deny them even life in the World to Come.” Amram admitted her superior logic. Husbands and wives reunited. Yocheved became pregnant and Moshe was born. Note that this Midrash unambiguously implies that a six-year-old girl had more faith and wisdom than the leading rabbi of the generation!
Moshe surely knew what he owed his elder sister. According to the Midrash, without her he would not have been born. According to the plain sense of the text, he would not have grown up knowing who his true parents were and to which people he belonged. Though they had been separated during his years of exile in Midian, once he returned, Miriam had accompanied him throughout his mission. She had led the women in song at the Red Sea.
The one episode that seems to cast her in a negative light — when she “began to talk against Moshe because of his Cushite wife” (Bamidbar 12:1), for which she was punished with leprosy — was interpreted more positively by the Sages. They said she was critical of Moshe for breaking off marital relations with his wife Tzipporah. He had done so because he needed to be in a state of readiness for Divine communication at any time. Miriam felt Tzipporah’s plight and sense of abandonment. She and Aaron had also received Divine communication but had not been commanded to be celibate. She may have been wrong, suggested the Sages, but not maliciously. She spoke not out of jealousy of her brother but out of sympathy for her sister-in-law.
So it was not simply the Israelites’ demand for water that led Moshe to lose control of his emotions, but rather his own deep grief. The Israelites may have lost their water, but Moshe had lost his sister, who had watched over him as a child, guided his development, supported him throughout the years, and helped him carry the burden of leadership in her role as leader of the women.
It is a moment that reminds us of words from the book of Shoftim said by Israel’s chief of staff, Barak, to its judge and leader Devorah: “If you go with me, I will go; but if you do not go with me, I cannot go” (Shoftim 4:8). The relationship between Barak and Devorah was much less close than that between Moshe and Miriam, yet Barak acknowledged his dependence on a wise and courageous woman. Can Moshe have felt less?
Bereavement leaves us vulnerable. In loss we can find it hard to control our emotions. We make mistakes. We act rashly. We suffer from a momentary lack of judgment. These are common symptoms even for ordinary humans like us. In Moshe’s case, however, there was an additional factor. He was a prophet, and grief can occlude the prophetic spirit. For twenty-two years mourning Yosef, Yaakov could not receive the Divine word. Moshe, the greatest of all the prophets, remained in touch with G-d. It was G-d, after all, who told him to “speak to the rock.” But somehow the message did not penetrate his consciousness fully. That was the effect of grief.
The details are, in truth, secondary to the human drama played out that day. Yes, Moshe did things he should not have done. He struck the rock, said “we” instead of “G-d,” and lost his temper with the people.
The real story, though, is about Moshe the human being in an onslaught of grief, vulnerable, exposed, caught in a vortex of emotions, suddenly bereft of the presence that had been the most important bass note of his life. Miriam had been the precociously wise and plucky child who took control when the life of her three-month-old brother lay in the balance, undaunted by either an Egyptian princess or a rabbi-father. She led the Israelite women in song, and sympathized with her sister-in-law when she saw the price she paid for being the wife of a leader. The Midrash speaks of her as the woman in whose merit the people had water in a parched land. In Moshe’s anguish at the rock, we sense the loss of the elder sister without whom he felt bereft and alone.
The story of the moment Moshe lost his confidence and calm is ultimately less about leadership and crisis, or about a staff and a rock, than about a great Jewish woman, Miriam, appreciated fully only when she was no longer there.