A candle is a brief flare of light. A wick dipped in oil burns and then goes out again. The light of Chanukah appears to follow the same narrative. Briefly there is light and warmth and then darkness again.
Jerusalem's wealthy elites threw in their lot with the empire and its ways. But out in the rural heartland where the old ways where still kept, a spark flared to life. Modi'in. Maccabee.
And so war came between the handfuls of Jewish Maccabee partisans and the
armies of Antiochus IV’s Selecuid empire. A war that had its echoes in
the past and would have it again in the future as lightly armed and
untrained armies of Jewish soldiers would go on to fight in those same hills and valleys against the Romans and eventually
the armies of six Arab nations.
The Syrian Greek armies were among the
best of their day. The Maccabees were living
in the backwaters of Israel, a nation that had not been
independently ruled since the armies of Babylon had flooded across the
land, destroying everything in their path.
In the wilderness of Judea a band of brothers vowed that they would bow
to no man and let no foreigners rule over their land. Apollonius brought his Samaritan forces against the brothers, and Judah,
first among the Macabees, killed him, took his sword and wore it for
Seron, General of the army of Coele-Syria, brought together
his soldiers, along with renegade Jewish mercenaries, and was broken at Beit Haran. The Governor of Syria dispatched
two generals, Nicanor, and Gorgias, with forty thousand soldiers and
seven thousand horsemen to conquer Judea, destroy Jerusalem and abolish the whole Jewish
nation forever. So certain were they of victory that they brought with
them merchant caravans to fill with the Hebrew slaves of a destroyed
Judah walked among his brothers and fellow rebels and spoke to them of
the thing for which they fought; “O my fellow soldiers, no other time
remains more opportune than the present for courage and contempt of
dangers; for if you now fight manfully, you may recover your liberty,
which, as it is a thing of itself agreeable to all men, so it proves to
be to us much more desirable, by its affording us the liberty of
"Since therefore you are in such circumstances at
present, you must either recover that liberty, and so regain a happy and
blessed way of living, which is that according to our laws, and the
customs of our country, or to submit to the most opprobrious sufferings;
nor will any seed of your nation remain if you be beat in this battle.
Fight therefore manfully; and suppose that you must die, though you do
not fight; but believe, that besides such glorious rewards as those of
the liberty of your country, of your laws, of your religion, you shall
then obtain everlasting glory.
"Prepare yourselves, therefore, and put
yourselves into such an agreeable posture, that you may be ready to
fight with the enemy as soon as it is day tomorrow morning."
Though the Macabees were but three
thousand, starving and dressed in bare rags, the God for whom they
fought and their native wits and courage, gave them victory over
thousands and tens of thousands. Worn from battle,
the Macabees did not flee back into their Judean wilderness, instead
they went on to Jerusalem and its Temple, to reclaim their land and
their God, only to find the Temple and the capital in ruins.
If they had won by the strength of their hands alone, then the lamps
would burn for a day and then flicker out. But if it had been more than
mere force of arms that had brought them here, if it had been more than
mere happenstance that a small band of ragged and starving rebels had
shattered the armies of an empire, then the flames of the Menorah would
The sun rose and set again. The day came to its end and the men watched
the lights of the Menorah to see if they would burn or die out. And if
the flame in their hearts could have kindled the lamps, they would have
burst into bright flame then and there. Darkness fell that night and
still the lamps burned on.
For eight days and nights the Menorah burned
on that single lonely pure flask of oil, until more could be found, and
the men who for a time had been soldiers and had once again become
priests, saw that while it may be men who kindle lamps and hearts, it is
the Almighty who provides them with the fuel of the spirit through
which they burn.
120 years after the Maccabees drove out the foreign invaders and their
collaborators, another foreign invader, Herod, the son of Rome's Arab governor, was placed on the throne by the Roman Empire,
disposing of the last of the Maccabean kings and ending the brief
revival of the Jewish kingdom.
The revived kingdom had been a plaything in the game of empires. Exiled by
Babylon, restored by Persia, conquered by the Greeks, ground under the
heel of the remnants of Alexander's empire, briefly liberated by the
Parthians, tricked into servitude and destroyed by Rome. The victory of
the Maccabean brothers in reclaiming Jerusalem was a brief flare of
light in the dark centuries and even that light was shadowed by the
The fall of the Roman Republic and the civil wars of the new empire, its uncontrollable
spending and greed made it hopelessly corrupt. Caesar repaid Jewish loyalty by rewarding the Arab-Idumean murderers of Jewish
kings, and his successors saw the Jewish
state as a way to bring in some quick money.
Out went the Jewish kings, in came the son of Rome's tax collector,
The promises made by Senate to the Maccabees ceased to
matter. Imperial greed collided with Jewish nationalism in a war that for a
brief shining moment seemed as if it might end in another Chanukah, but ended instead in massacre and atrocity. The exiles went forth once again, some on foot and some in slave ships. Israel became Palestine. Jerusalem was renamed and resettled. The long night had begun.
But no darkness lasts forever.
Two thousand years after the Jews had come to believe that wars were for
other people and miracles meant escaping alive, Jewish armies stood and
held the line against an empire and the would be empires of the region.
But that old light is still the light of possibilities. It burns to
remind us of the extraordinary things that our ancestors did and of the
extraordinary assistance that they received. We cannot always expect oil
to burn for eight days, just as we cannot always expect the bullet to
miss or the rocket to fall short. And yet even in those moments of darkness the reminder of the flame is with us for no darkness lasts forever and no exile, whether of the body of the spirit, endures. Sooner or later the spark flares to life again and the oil burns again. Sooner or later the light returns.
It is the miracle that we commemorate because it is a reminder of
possibilities. Each time we light a candle or dip a wick in oil,
we release a flare of light from the darkness comes to remind us of what was, is
and can still be.