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Moses spoke to the heads of the matot (“tribes”) . . .

Numbers 30:2

The stick, it can be said, is a piece of a tree that has paid the price of leaving home. Indeed, one would hardly recognize it as the tender green shoot who departed the mother tree: its supple spine has stiffened into a column of inflexibility, its porous skin has woodened into a core-deep hardness. The springy bough has become, well, a stick.

The stick, it can also be said, is one who has reaped the rewards of leaving home. The tender shoot has gained backbone and stature. It has learned to stand its ground—no longer is it swayed by every passing wind and breeze. Its spell out in the cold has toughened it, made it a force to be reckoned with. The malleable sprig has solidified into the formidable staff.


The Torah has two names for the tribes of Israel: shevatim and matot. A shevet is a “branch” or “switch”; mateh means “stick” and “staff.”

Both names express the idea that the tribes of Israel are limbs of the “tree of life,” offshoots of the supreme Source of all life and being. But each represents a different state in the Jew’s relationship to his or her roots. The shevet bespeaks a state of manifest connection to one’s source: the branch is still fastened to the tree, or at least still has its life-juices coursing through its veins. The shevet is the Jew in a state of visible connection to his G‑d, sustained by an open divine involvement in his or her life.

The mateh is a shevet who has been uprooted from its tree. The mateh is the Jew in galut, a “child banished from his father’s table”1 to wander the cold and alien roads of exile. Deprived of its supernal moorings, the mateh is compelled to develop its own resistance to the storms of life, to look to its own frail heart for the strength to hold its own, far from the ancestral home.

The Torah Reading of Matot

There is a section of the Torah (Numbers 30:2–32:42) that carries the name Matot, as its opening verse describes Moses’ instruction to the “heads of the tribes” (rashei ha-matot) of Israel.

It is significant that in the Tribes of Israel are referred to here as matot, and that the entire Torah portion is so named. This Torah section is always read during the “Three Weeks” from 17 Tammuz to 9 Av, during which we mourn and re-experience the destruction of the Holy Temple and the onset of our exile.

Every stick yearns to return to its tree, yearns for the day that it will once again be a fresh and vital branch, united with its siblings and nourished by its progenitor. When that day comes, it will bring with it its hard-earned solidity, the mateh-maturity it gained sticking it out in the lone and rootless environment of galut.2

Talmud, Berachot 3a.
Based on Likkutei Sichot, vol. 18, pp. 382–384.
From an address by the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson; translation/adaptation by Yanki Tauber.
Originally published in Week in Review.
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Anonymous USA July 12, 2015

The Twelve Sticks How poetically expressed and so true. i have come to the realization of the Jewessness of my soul! Baruch Hashem for revealing this thruth to me. Thank you chabad for your teachings, they are so meaningful. Reply

john smith fort lauderdale, fl July 20, 2011

my life this story describes my life to a tee. a tee which is made from the branch which fell from the tree which i now use to place my golf ball and hit 300 yards with my 1 wood which normally goes into the trees and is buried in the sticks.

Life...the never ending cycle! Reply

Michelle UK July 20, 2011

wow pure poetry... thankyou for sharing this lesson in such a way that wow! it makes sense to me in ways i could never express

the only thing i ponder now is how amazing it must be to have been able to over see all these lives from those original tribes and to know how and where and when to coach each one along, until such time that they too were ready to take a stand and face what they did that brought them equally to this day

merci beaucoup mon amies! Reply

Dobra Jerusalem, Israel July 20, 2011

parsha comment Yes - poetically expressed indeed and also with humor. Like the rose which is not just a rose I'll never see or hear the word 'stick'again without thinking of this rendition of the Rebbe's analysis. Thank you! Reply

Nechama July 23, 2008

Beautiful. This idea was so beautifully expressed. Poetic really. I enjoyed it immensely. Reply

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