Aharon saw that things were going from bad to worse. The people were confused and upset. Some were ready to worship the golden idol right then and there. Others hoped that HaShem's presence would rest upon it and protect and guide them. Everyone was in turmoil.
"Well . . . hmm . . . let me think . . . hmm . . . " said Aharon, stalling. "I know what we need! An altar, of course . . . to offer sacrifices. And tomorrow, we will have a big festival for HaShem."
Aharon prayed that Moshe would come down by the next morning and set everything straight. Then they really could have a joyful celebration for HaShem - and put this whole idol episode behind them.
"Yes!" the people answered enthusiastically. "Come on! Let's get started! If we each grab a stone or two, we’ll be done in no time!"
"Oh, no, that won't be necessary. I'll build it myself," said Aharon.
"What's the big deal? Let us all help . . . it will go much faster!"
"Yes, I know," Aharon replied.
Aharon started to gather stones for the altar. He was in no hurry. He dragged his feet, and he twiddled his thumbs. He took breaks to shake the sand out of his sandals.
One by one, he carefully piled up stones. Everyone else was losing their patience.
"Nu? Can you hustle a little? We don't have all day!" they shouted.
"If you were moving any slower, you'd be going backwards!"
"Yeah! Let's get on with it already!"
