You struggle and toil and build, and then it all comes down, but perhaps that’s the point. Perhaps the glory is in the effort, not the result
For 210 years, a nation toiled. In oppressive conditions, they labored on, whips of cruel masters slicing through the air.
To become avadim, perfect servants: this, to prepare them for the encounter at the Mountain, the moment they would be marked by servitude of a different sort. Now, they would be stamped by the glory of their Master, connected and bound to Him, to His will, His decrees, a toil lofty and enriching.
Mitzrayim, the seforim teach us, had been the training, the introduction to avdus, and then they were ready.
But if so, one wonders — what was the point in building those cities, Pisom and Ra’amses, the ultimate in futility and pointlessness? How did that prepare Klal Yisrael for their eventual role as avdei Hashem?
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