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"The Flames Don't Cease to Burn..."

Friday, 30 November, 2018 - 10:32 am

In a few days, Jews around the world will once again gather family and friends to light their Chanukah Menorahs, eat latkes, give Chanukah Gelt and sing Chanukah favorites with their children. For Chabad Chassidim, Chanukah also means organizing large Menorah lightings in City Halls, Town Centers, Shopping malls and everywhere we can spread the miracle and message of Chanukah. In addition, the Rebbe’s emissaries visit army bases, prisons, hospitals and senior citizen’s homes to bring the light and taste of Chanukah to those Jews who the larger community might have forgotten but who desperately long for a little holiness and light to brighten up their nights and lives in the sometimes never ending loneliness they experience.

Indeed, the Chanukah lights have lit up millions of hearts and have given hope to our people during the long and painful exile we have endured over the past two thousand years. I remember the stories we were told of Jews during the holocaust who managed to create makeshift menorah’s made out of whatever they could get their hands on, and so heroically lit them in Auschwitz, Bergen Belzen and other camps. Or the stories of Chassidim in Siberian gulags who saved up butter and egg shells to be turned into menorahs and oil and then cut pieces of their clothing so they can be turned into wicks. These legendary Jews knew the secret of Jewish survival. They knew that as long as those small but bright lights continue to burn, the Jewish people and Judaism will survive.

The Chanukah candles tell a story of their own. When I gather my family around the menorah and light the candles, I share with them the message and story that those small flickering candles are telling us. It’s the story of the Jewish people. We have lived and continue to live in a very dark world, in a world that has tried over and over again to extinguish the candle of Torah and Judaism. Whether it was the Hellenist Greeks, the Romans, the crusaders and inquisitionists, Stalin and Hitler, Hamas or Radical Islam the aim was the same; to extinguish the small flame of the Menorah of Jewishness. Indeed, many times it looked as if the flame was so tiny and about to expire, but the miracle flame always managed to continue to hold on and survive the strong winds. It is this story that the candles are telling us every night of Chanukah and we must listen to the candles as they relate their/our story.

 Today, thank G-d, we don’t have to save butter for oil or egg shells for candle holders. Today we can light beautiful and large menorahs by our doors, windows and in town squares. But make no mistake, the winds and storms still rage out there and continue to threaten to blow out our flames. I am referring to the winds of atheism, apathy and assimilation. They might be different and more subtle but equally and maybe ever more dangerous than the winds of yesteryear.

So this Sunday night gather around your beautiful menorahs and light up the lights and allow them to tell their story. Listen and internalize their message: that these candles will never cease, these flames will always burn, and these lights will forever continue to brighten up the dark and dreary world we inhabit.

Have a happy and meaningful Chanukah and Am Yisrael Chai.


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