I’m not Jewish, but I’ve claimed this beautiful holiday as my own. The four candles on either side of center remind me of the awesome miracles God sometimes chooses to perform. There is nothing too difficult for him, certainly not the simple task of stretching one day’s worth of oil to last eight days. The victory he gave a small band of peasants over the greatest army in the world is far more amazing. Yet, if He had allowed the Greeks to destroy the Jewish people, His promise to send a Deliverer would have been wiped out with them. And God is a God of his word.
The middle candle reminds me that God did, indeed, fulfill his promise. It is the candle that stands above the others, the one used to light the others. The shamash, it is called. The servant.
How approapriate that Hanukkah ushers in the celebration of the birth of the Promised One, the birth of the Servant. How appropriate that the Light of the World is represented by a lit candle elevated above all others. What beauty, what celebration fills a room with a lighted menorah. What joy and gratitude wells within me.
Happy Hanukkah, everyone. And a blessed season remembering Messiah’s birth.