Life Is Not Cheap
Parshas Shoftim
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on August 26, 2025 (5785) By Rabbi Naftali Reich | Series: Legacy | Level: Beginner
On the highway, in the middle of nowhere, a body is found,
an apparent homicide victim. The police cordon off the crime scene and
painstakingly collect whatever forensic evidence remains on the scene of the
crime. They question passersby, travelers who may have seen someone or
something that would shed some light on the identity of the killer, but they
are no clues to finding the killer than when they began. This death will have
to remain a mystery. They file it away among their other unsolved crimes.
So what is to be done now? Is this the end? Having
exhausted all avenues of investigation, does the case become forgotten?
Not so, says the Torah. There is still a need for
atonement. Exact measurements are taken from the spot in which the body was
found to the surrounding towns and villages. The responsibility for atonement
falls on the one closest to the scene of the crime. Their elders must bring a
calf and perform the ritual of the eglah arufah, and
they must say, “Our hands have not spilled this blood.”
Where in the Torah do these laws appear? It wedges between
two chapters that discuss the laws and ethics of waging war.
The commentators explain that this placement is very
telling. In war, there is a tendency to devalue human life. People see the dead
and the dying wherever they turn, they are surrounded by slaughter and
bloodshed, and life becomes cheap. Therefore, the Torah interrupts its
instruction regarding warfare and draws our attention to the ritual of
the eglah arufah.
We see the town elders declare that they did not shed this
blood, when no one really suspects them of murder. At most, they may have
allowed the stranger to pass through their town without offering him proper
hospitality. Still, the entire town needs atonement for the unexplained death
of an unidentified traveler. Clearly, all life is precious beyond measure.
And just when we are studying the rules of engagement in war, we must bear in
mind that we cannot allow ourselves to be brutalized and desensitized. We
cannot allow ourselves to forget the infinite value of a single life.
A young woman standing in a doorway saw a little boy fall off a low
ledge. The child lay on the ground writhing in pain and screaming at the top of
his lungs. Even from the distance, the woman could see that the child was badly
injured and that his legs were smeared with blood.
Screaming and crying desperately. The woman ran though the
streets toward the fallen child. An old sage was also moving toward the scene
of the accident, but at a much slower pacer. He stepped aside and leaned on his
cane to let the screaming woman pass, and then he continued on.
A few moments later, he saw the woman coming back, wiping
tears from her eyes with the edge of her apron. When she saw the sage, she
stopped respectfully.
“What happened?” asked the sage. “A moment ago you were
beside yourself, and now you are so calm.”
“Oh yes,” said the woman. “I am truly so relieved. I
thought that my little boy had fallen and hurt himself badly, and I was beside
myself with worry and fear. But I came there and saw it was not my son but
someone else. Now I can breathe again.”
“This other little boy?” asked the sage. “Is he badly
hurt?”
“I’m afraid he is,” said the woman.
“Then how can you feel so calm and relieved? Aren’t you
upset you that an innocent young human being is enduring so much pain and
suffering?”
In our own lives, we need to find it within ourselves to
care for all people, not only those in our immediate circle of family and
friends. We are all brothers and sisters, all part of the Jewish people. Every
Jewish life, every human life, should be infinitely precious to us. When other
people suffer, we should fell their pain. When other people die, even if they
are not connected to us, we should feel a sense of terrible loss. We must
remember that if we value other people then we ourselves have value as well.
Text Copyright © 2009 by Rabbi Naftali Reich and Torah.org.
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