A season of candles. A flickering light in the darkness. The oil that gives heat and illumination. The hand striking a match. A moment of attention. The seven days of the week sanctified, together with all the significant and insignificant patterns of sevens that cross our paths. Time and space rededicated to purpose, to what is most divine, to gratitude and the giving of gifts in honor of the gift of life given to us. Whether we celebrate Hanukkah or not, it is good to pause and praise the lasting oil and the absence of fear. The smallest drop of fuel nourishes a great light. A great miracle happened here.
Todd Breyfogle, Denver, Colorado