Miracles

I think that Passover in general, and its seventh day in particular, is the perfect time to appreciate “the miracles that are with us daily,” as we say in the Amidah prayer.

The clouds of confusion will clear, sanity will replace lunacy. The hypnotic spell of postmodern confusion will be broken. What has happened before will happen again. Just read the story of Esther.

What they didn’t plan on was the factor of divine intervention that was at play, proving that the God of Gideon is still the same God who continues to intervene on our behalf today!

As the idols went up and the Jewish presence was erased, that person, whom we never meet or hear about, hid a flask of oil for a better future.

The Talmud says that on Hanukkah, we celebrate the miracle of the oil. Secularists claim the essence of Hanukkah is to celebrate the Maccabean victory.

During Hanukkah, the days of light triumphing over darkness, as the small flames illuminate the night, let us remember the fragrance of paradise that exists within every Jew, no matter who they are.

This year, the lights on the menorah shine alongside yellow ribbons, posters of the hostages’ faces, and the empty seats left for them.

Brigitte’s little red book of poems, lost during the Holocaust, was miraculously returned to her.

At this time of year, we’re reminded of the importance of olive oil, an essential ingredient in the Hanukkah story, the author writes.

Without any claim to prophecy, I cannot escape the feeling that what is happening at this moment is not just another Israeli-Palestinian war but something radically different.