I awake in darkness, and want nothing more than to stay in
bed. It is pitch black when I leave
synagogue at the end of the day. This is
the season for hibernation, and despair.
The rabbis taught:
When Adam, the first human, witnessed that the daylight waned [after his
creation in September (Tishrei)], he said ‘Woe is me! Perhaps it is because I sinned that the world
grows darker and is slowly returning to a state null and void. This is what the heavens decreed upon
me.’ So, Adam stood, fasted, and prayed
for eight days. Then Adam saw that the
month of Tevet [the month following Kislev and Hanukkah] arrived and the days
began to grow longer. He said to
himself: ‘This is the natural way of the
world’ [i.e., the days grow shorter and longer throughout the yearly
cycle]. Therefore he celebrated for
eight days and the following year he set it as an annual eight-day
festivity. Adam set it as a celebration
in honor of God in Heaven; they [the pagans] established it as a time of
idolatry. (BT Avodah Zarah 8a, in Steinberg, Celebrating
the Jewish Year, p. 25)
As children, we learned that Hanukkah celebrates the miracle
of the oil. We were later taught about
the Maccabee’s military victory over Antiochus.
So too, Hanukkah is the Festival of Light because it reminds us of what
the rabbis of the Talmud knew: in dark
days like these, the human soul craves warmth and light. We need the promise of springtime. The candles of the Hanukkiah, both glowing
and growing, offer a message of hope.
They remind us that light, now just a glimmer, will return. Long, bright days and abundant harvests will
be with us once again.