Shining our Miracles into the World
The full moon of Kislev tonight reminds me Hanukkah is just around the corner!
This year, our 1895 Baltimore rowhome turned 130 years old. We live on Eutaw Place near Beth Am and, beginning in the early twentieth century, a succession of Jewish families purchased and lived in the home. Sometimes I consider our deep wooden windowsills and wonder how many previous menorahs shone there in the decades when Reservoir Hill was at the heart of the Jewish community. For many years when the kids were younger, we placed our family hanukiyot in those windows so that passersby could see them from the street. (We did so again in 2023 after Oct. 7 as a reminder we need not and would not be afraid to identify ours as a Jewish home). In most recent years, though, they’ve lived on our dining room mantel and radiator, still by a window, but where we can admire their glow while eating our latkes.
Jews have a longstanding tradition of placing the Hanukkah menorah in a publicly visible place:
“It is a mitzvah to place the Hanukkah lamp at the outside of one’s house within the handbreadth closest to [the edge of] the entrance, so that the mezuzah will be to the right and the Hanukkah lamp to the left. And if he was living in an attic [or second story apartment], he should place it in the window that is closest to the public domain. One who has placed the Hanukkah lamp above twenty cubits has not done anything, because it is not recognizable.”
— Mishneh Torah, Hilchot Megillah v’Hanukkah 4:7
Maimonides’ rationale, based on the Babylonian Talmud (Shabbat 23b), is pirsumei nisa, publicizing the miracle of Hanukkah. This may not be a given. Hanukkah memorializes an era, not entirely unlike our own, in which Jews endured great pressure to assimilate. Some were Hellenizers. Others were observant Jews insistent on maintaining their traditions despite societal pressure (and imperial decree) to do otherwise.
This value of pirsumei nisa was so important that if an impoverished family had funds sufficient for either kiddush wine or a Hanukkah lamp but not both, the priority was the Hanukkah lamp because that would enable the family to proclaim their Jewishness publicly and proudly.
What exactly is the miracle we are meant to publicize? One possibility is that it is the unlikely victory of the Maccabees over the Seleucid Greeks. The more common story justifies Hanukkah’s timeframe, suggesting one small cruse of oil was sufficient to keep the menorah burning for eight days. Modern thinker Rabbi Irving “Yitz” Greenberg writes about the Jewish spirit implicated in such a legend: “Pessimists and assimilationists have more than once informed Jews that there is no more oil left to burn. As long as Hanukkah is studied and remembered, Jews will not surrender to the night. The proper response, as Hanukkah teaches, is not to curse the darkness but to light a candle” (The Jewish Way, P. 282).
A Talmudic tale imagines an unlikely origin story for the festival of Hanukkah. Adam, the first human, was created on day six, but crucially not long after Rosh Hashanah, in a season when the days get shorter and darker earlier. When he noticed this he said, “Woe is me; perhaps because I sinned the world is becoming dark around me and will return to chaos and disorder…. He arose and spent eight days in fasting and in prayer” (Avodah Zarah 8a). While the Gemara references pagan festivals Kalenda and Saturnalia, it’s hard not to notice a nod toward Sukkot, the eight day fall holiday that follows Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
We know from the book of Maccabees that there is a connection between Sukkot and Hanukkah, each an eight-day holiday, one around the fall equinox and the other frequently soon after the winter solstice. The connection is downplayed by the tale of the oil, but the legend from the Talmud offers some reprieve for Adam. The world wasn’t growing darker because he sinned, it was growing darker because winter was coming. Once Adam crossed the threshold of the winter solstice, however, things changed and the days began to get longer. Adam observed another eight days, this time feasting and expressing gratitude simply for the “order of the world” One interpretation of this fantastic tale is that Adam invents both Sukkot and Hanukkah, seasonal festivals that would be appropriated by pagans before, one day, becoming Jewish expressions of joy and light.
This month brings us Hanukkah, our Jewish festival of illumination, a celebration filled with candles in the darkness. In a darkening world, where a litany of evils swell and rise, where antisemitism threatens to force our people into hiding once more, our tradition insists we increase our light. Isaiah proclaims we are to be an “or lagoyim,” a light unto the nations (42:6).
A miracle of this Hanukkah is that 130 years after our house was built, we can still place our hanukiyot in the window, that we survive to tell these tales thousands of years after the Greeks became the latest (but unfortunately not the last) empire to try (and fail) to stamp us out. In Adam’s time, the miracle of this season was that the world began getting a little brighter. In our time, it’s the miracle of Jewish hutzpah, our insistence on lighting candles rather than cursing the darkness.
A version of this post appears in the December issue of Jmore.