Most people know the story of Hanukah. According to the Interweb:
“The eight-day Jewish celebration known as Hanukah commemorates the rededication during the second century B.C. of the Second Temple in Jerusalem, where according to legend Jews had risen up against their Greek-Syrian oppressors in the Maccabean Revolt. Judah Maccabee and the other Jews who took part in the rededication of the Second Temple witnessed what they believed to be a miracle. Even though there was only enough untainted olive oil to keep the menorah’s candles burning for a single day, the flames continued flickering for eight nights, leaving them time to find a fresh supply. This wondrous event inspired the Jewish sages to proclaim a yearly eight-day festival.”
Everyone on the same page now? Good. But that’s not actually the miracle I’m talking about.
Today we hosted a Hanukah party. Mostly extended family (and some friends) joined us at our home to eat, drink and catch up. We don’t see many members of this group very frequently. In fact, some we only see when we host this party each year. The beauty and wonder of this event is how easy and enjoyable it is to spend time with these people. They define what “family” means in its truest sense. There is a love and bond and affection between us that transcends time. Even though we don’t get together that frequently, we all basically pick up right where we left off the last time. I appreciate them and even if it only happens infrequently, I look forward to our time spent together.
Happy Hanukah to all, and to all a good night!