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What blessing is recited over the Hanukah candle? We thank God for having sanctified us with His commandments and for having commanded us to kindle the Hanukah lights. But where has He so commanded us? Rabbi Nehemiah said: This precept is implied in the verse, "Ask your father and he will declare it to you, your elders and they will tell you"(Sabbath, 23a)Links to eternity: Jewish holidays and festivals; homiletical essays by Harris L Selig (pp 192-194)
The essence of the miracle of Hanukah is that the Jewish masses were not deceived by the false glitter of Greek culture, which Antiochus sought to foist upon them. As we see in the Jewish history at that time, the Greek overlords of Judea were not so much after political and economic domination as they were intert upon sundering the Jews from their faith. They felt intuitively that, if the Jews adhered to their Torah, they would never be conquered. In their program the Greeks were aided by their Jewish assimilationists, who had been blinded by the surface glitter of Greek philosophy and wanted to Hellenize Judaism.
These assimilationists, these willful reformers, were mostly of the wealthy class, who did profitable business with Greeks and who thought that if the Jews Hellenized themselves completely, they would become part of the mighty Greek Empire and thus live in political and economic security. And so frequently happens, these plutocrats gained the leadership of the Jewish community and became the policy makers in Jewish communal life. They appointed their own (High Priests," who were no better than they, and openly urged assimilation with the Greeks. Seeing that the masses were apathetic and allowed them full control of communal affairs, they became bolder and dared to speak in the name of the entire Jewish people. The Greek rulers really thought they were the leaders of the Jews and took their views seriously.
Under the leadership of the assimilationists, the "High Priesthood" became a political job that could be bought. First Menelaus, then Lysimachus paid King Antiochus large bribes ti be appointed High Priests. Under their leadership Greek practices were introduced into the sacred service in the Holy Temple. Instead of institutions of Jewish learning, they built sports arenas for the Jewish youth, and Torah study was neglected completely. But they erred in thinking they had popular support. To be sure, the faithful Jews at first apathetically accepted their leadership, but they never supported or followed it. This was the essence of the miracle of Jewish existence then, and still is today. To the question, - What is Hanukah? On what miracle is this festival based? - Our Sages reply that, when the Hellenists backed by the Greek power, entered the Temple, they defiled all the consecrated oil used in kindling the Temple lights. Only one cruse of oil was found intact, with the seal of the former legitimate High Priest. Though this cruse contained but a little oil, enough to burn one day, a miracle occurred it burned fully eight days.
In this explanation of the Talmud, we believe, is implied the mystical force latent within the Jewish people that guards it against decline. Deep in the holy of holies of every Jewish heart is a small cruse of consecrated oil that is never used up. At times it will lie dormant for a long while - under the seal of the High Priests of yore, its flame casting but a dim light that shows only once a year, on Yom Kippur, or at the anniversary of the death of deceased parents. If anyone seeks to extinguish it completely, however it rises to a tall flame and shines again in all its glory.
After the lighting of the candles it is customary to recite the last verses of Psalm 90 and all of Psalm 91. This prayer begins - and let the graciousness of God be upon us; establish Thou also upon us the work of our hands yea, the work of our hands establish. Rabbi Isaac Jacob Reines, of blessed memory, explains why this prayer was chosen for recitation at this time. Said he: "upon all other historical events in which miracles are involved, such as Passover and Purim, the miracle was of God's own doing, without any effort on the part of the Jews. The miracle of Hanukah, however came to pass partly through their own effort, through the heroic deeds of the Hasmoneans and the spirit of self-sacrifice of the Hasideans, the faithful zealots who participated in the struggle against the Greeks. Therefore we recite"..the work of our hands establish," to show that this time we did not rely entirely on miracles, but also performed outstanding deeds.
Before the drama over partition was played to a finish in the General Assembly of the U.N., Chaim, who suspected that the French delegation was wavering in its support, cabled our old friend Leon Blum, asking him, 'Does France really wish to be absent from a moment unfading in the memory of man?' On 29 November, when the vote was taken in the Assembly, thirty-three nations voted for partition, thirteen against, ten abstained, and there was one absentee, the last somewhat unaccountably, being Siam. Among those who abstained was the United Kingdom. France, the United States, and the U.S.S.R. were among those who voted in favour. It was a rare spectacle, rarely repeated, to see the two great rival powers, the Unites States of America and Russia, voting together, for motives, of course, which were entirely different. I promptly left the Assembly room to be the first to inform my husband of the decision.
Chaim had decided not to attend this fateful meeting of the U.N. Assembly. He was too tired and too overwrought. Just before the Jewish Agency repressentatives, Sharett, Sprinzak, and Shazar, left our suite in our New York hotel for Lake Sucess, Chaim had broken down in a fit of uncontrollable sobbing. By the time they returned with the great news, he had recovered completely. The emotional storm which had swept through him so unexpectedly had spent itself in the moment of victory which he himself shared.
The news of the UN resolution spread like wildfire throughout New York, and tens of thousands gathered spontaneously at the St. Nicholas Skating Rink, the only place avaiable for assembly at a few hours' notice. Chaim was prevailed upon by his friends to go to this meeting, and when he finally arrived, tired, sick and exhausted, he was carried forward on the shoulders of the masses. There had never been such pandemomonium, such enthusiasm and exhilaration as that moment when Chaim made his appearance on the shoulders of the surging crowd. The Hatikvah was sung with a fervour never before or since repeated.
Vera Weizmann. The Impossible Takes Longer. 1967. (pp 220-221)
The new Ambassador was too quick to say that this feature will allow us to see the other side of
For those interested to have a review of the book. I got the following from Mark Sorkin in www.januarymagazine.com entitled A Dovish Dream, an interesting background of the author and his film.
David Grossman, the author of six novels and three works of nonfiction, is considered one of Israel's finest and most contentious writers. In his dispatches on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, most notably 1988's The Yellow Wind, he comes across as a humanist who is highly attuned to the suffering on both sides and tirelessly engaged in the search for an equitable solution.
Grossman's fiction, on the other hand, steers clear of those affairs. He is a masterful narrator of adolescent solipsism, and his protagonists, typically awkward or overgrown boys, are more concerned with their personal dramas than the historical backdrops against which they unfold. For Grossman, writing fiction is not exactly a form of escapism but rather a means toward transcendence. "It is so exhilarating and rejuvenating to have a story help extricate me from the dispassion that life in this disaster zone dooms me to," he wrote in Death As a Way of Life, a collection of essays published last spring. "When I write, or imagine, or create even one new phrase, it is as if I have succeeded in overcoming, for a brief time, the arbitrariness and tyranny of circumstance."
The English translation of Grossman's latest novel, Someone to Run With, is welcome, indeed. Written in the late 1990s, the book is set during the waning days of the Oslo era, shortly before Grossman's hopes for peace were dashed by the outbreak of the second intifada. In keeping with the author's reluctance to mix fiction with political commentary, there's hardly a Palestinian to be found in these pages, and only passing reference to cross-cultural anxieties. The story follows two Israeli teenagers -- Assaf, a lanky errand boy in Jerusalem's City Hall, and Tamar, a runaway with "eyes that saw too much" -- and Dinka, the golden Labrador that eventually brings them together. Grossman's fluid prose translates well into English and carries the reader smoothly from scene to scene, navigating from Assaf's flights of fancy to Tamar's streetwise schemes.
Grossman has sprinkled a good deal of destiny into this story, such that by the time the two puppy lovers meet, their otherwise implausible romance seems inexorable. When the story begins, Assaf is poised on the brink of independence. He is spending his summer estranged from his parents, who are tending to his sister in America. He is also estranged from his childhood friends, who have coupled off and left him alone with his computer games. Assaf has plenty of free time on his hands and a head filled with fantasies, which is to say that the potential for self-invented adventure is high. "Sometimes it is so easy to determine the exact moment when something -- Assaf's life, for instance -- starts to change, irreversibly, forever," Grossman writes.
Enter Dinka, the plot incarnate. When the stray dog turns up at City Hall, Assaf is tasked with finding her owner. But Dinka immediately takes charge, dragging Assaf at breakneck speed through the streets of Jerusalem in search of Tamar. Assaf knows nothing about the girl or her whereabouts, but Dinka draws him into her world by leading him to her favorite haunts. As he meets Tamar's eccentric band of acquaintances, he gathers clues and begins to sense that Tamar is in some sort of trouble. In the meantime, he develops a healthy-sized crush on her and casts himself in an elaborate daydream as her savior. Carrying her overstuffed backpack, for example, "he tried to forget his pain by pretending that she had fainted, and fallen, without knowing it, into his care." Tamar has embarked on a heroic quest of her own, and she has, indeed, placed herself in harm's way. Disappearing from family and friends, she has slipped into the city's seedy underground in search of her brother, Shai, a heroin junkie she hopes to rescue. She finds him holed up in a sort of halfway house for street performers and discovers that he's indentured to the thugs running the racket. In order to get close, she impersonates a wayward chanteuse and subjects herself to the gang's abuses, waiting for the perfect moment to escape with Shai in tow.
Actually, there are quite a few perfect moments in this story. Grossman thrusts the narrative forward according to an unambiguous moral scheme in which fate intervenes exactly when called upon to reward noble intentions and punish malicious ones. Similarly, characters are drawn to each other as if by forces beyond their control. Assaf imagines that "a huge magnet was pulling" him toward Tamar. For her part, Tamar sends mental telegrams to Shai and drifts rather effortlessly toward his hideout, as if he has responded by providing directions. Assaf and Tamar communicate in silence, as well. "When her eyes met Assaf's," Grossman writes, "she knew he was now seeing the same picture, in exactly the same way, perhaps even in the same words."
The accumulation of all this wish fulfillment skews the reality that's presented, inflecting it with magic. For that reason, these teenage heroes may find their best audience among young-adult readers. Assaf and Tamar are both driven by sentimental, chivalric ideals, and their aspirations are strengthened rather than checked as they make their first, tentative steps toward adulthood. But their story isn't simply an adventure in which good triumphs over evil, nor could it be summed up as a romance in which true love prevails. Someone to Run With is a willfully, perhaps defiantly, naive fantasy in which two unlikely partners overcome a series of dangerous obstacles before joining hands -- and then find themselves fulfilled in each other's company. Coming from such a relentless advocate for peace between Israel and Palestine, that sounds like the stuff of political allegory. At the very least, it's a pleasant, dovish dream.
In what unexpectedly turns out to be a successful effort to regain Esau's friendship, Jacob sends Esau a gift of 220 goats. Of all conceivable numbers, this is the most symbolically important he could have given. This quantity is the smaller half of what mathematicians call a "friendly pair" of numbers, the larger part is 284. The properties of friendly and perfect numbers are almost identical. If the sum of the divisors of one quantity equals another, and vice versa, then the two are called a friendly pair.1, 2, 4, 5,10, 11, 20, 22, 44, 55, 110 all divide 220
1+2+4+5+10+11+20+22+44+55+110 equals 284
1, 2, 4, 71, 142 all divide 284
1+2+4+71+142 equals 220
THE FIRST GIFT: 220 GOATSNow let's realize this is approximately 2000 B.C.E. and Jacob is a semi-nomadic herdsman. Such traveling flock-keepers lived a life of severe hardship, carrying with them everything they owned. There was only enough time to learn what was necessary for survival. For these reasons, it is totally impossible for Jacob could have known the properties of friendly numbers without help. So the angels of God must have told him.
In the early centuries, it was a common practice for two people to each wear one of these number (1.e. 220 or 284), signifying their friendship. Outside the bible these quantities were first mentioned by the Greek mathematician Pythagoras around 550 BC -- 1500 years after Jacob.
The scripture pointedly emphasize this quantity by a second gift of 220 sheep (Genesis 32:14). Still, Esau probably never counted any of these animals. Even if he had the exact numbers would have meant nothing to him. God alone knows the past and the future; therefore, the numbers are for our benefit not Esau's. This implies the Lord must have softened the heart of Jacob's brother. And the Holy Spirit depicted that softening by using what would be called friendly numbers. ..
Jacob's peace offerings hold still more surprises! In the verse following 14, a third gift is prepared consisting of 140 animals. This quantity is the smaller half of what mathematicians call a semi-friendly pair of numbers, the larger part is 195. These quantities differ very slightly from the former by not including 1 in the sum of their divisors. As before, 140 and 195 are the smallest possible such pair.2, 4, 5, 7, 10, 14, 20, 28, 35, 70 all divide 140
2+4+5+7+10+14+20+28+35+70 equals 195
3, 5, 13, 15, 39, 65, all divide 195
3+5+13+15+39+65 equals 140
THE THIRD GIFT: 140 ANIMALS
What does this quantity symbolize in Holy Scripture? A moment reflection will tell you how widely the authors used it. Yes, widely used, and always in a context indicating power and purpose. Consider the following examples:
- From Seth to Noah there were 12 patriarchs.
- Israel had 12 tribes from Jacob's 12 sons.
- When Joshua crossed the Jordan River he took 12 stones to commemorate the event.
- The temple of Solomon had 12 as a factor in all its measurement.
- The huge bronze ablution tank rested on 12 oxen.
- On the 12th night, the magi arrived to recognize Jesus' power.
- When we next hear of Jesus, He is 12 and in the temple.
- Jesus chose 12 apostles.
- The new Jerusalem is set on 12 foundations.
- This ruling city is to be a perfect cube, 12,000 stadia in length, width and height.
- Walls 144(12x12) cubits thick
- It will have 12 gates, with 12 pearls, guarded by 12 chosen angels.
The number twelve is only employed in the Scripture conventionally, and derives its whole significance from that of the tribes of Israel, whence it was transferred to the apostles as the representatives of the Early Church. It is, therefore, purely national and ecclesiastical.
... Many religious fanatics and cranks of different mental derangement seemed drawn as by magnet to the Holy City. Each one coming to Eretz Israel with a particular idee fixe and spent their lives pursuing their obsessions. They were absorbed in their compelling goals with singular dedication and admirable piety. They usually harmed no one and often performed deeds of kindness with selflessness and generosity. (p. 254)
The highlight and culmination of this year’s celebration of "50 Years of Philippine-Israel Friendship" is the unveiling of the Open Door Monument in the city of Rishon Lezion this December. The story behind this holocaust memorial started a score of years before Israel and the Philippines commenced diplomatic ties. Then President Manuel L. Quezon, lobbied by American-Jewish Community in Manila, opened our country to thirty Jewish families fleeing Sino-Japanese War in Shanghai in 1937, a rescue that would be a precedent of the saving of 1,000 Jews escaping Nazi Europe. This heroic feat would merit a posthumous title of "Righteous Person" to President Manuel Quezon.
The great honor for Quezon, however, just obscures the shadow of an adverse Philippine National Assembly that resulted to a delay of absorbing more Jews to a proposed Mindanao Resettlement Program in the plateaus of Bukidnon. The plan that could have saved 50,000 Jews ended up saving none.
Bonnie Harris in her dissertation paper "From Zbaszyn to Manila", regarded Mindanao as the last hope for the tens of thousands of Jewish refugees persecuted under Nazi Germany, only to be thwarted by anti-Jewish National Assembly. She wrote:
At the Wannsee Conference in January 1942, Hitler’s plan for massive Jewish deportation mutated into one of extermination, which was executed over the next three years. With the failure of the West to provide a successful mass rescue operation for Europe’s Jewish population, "thousands of Jews entered the cattle cars bound for Auschwitz, under the impression that they were being resettled in the East." The irony of the "Final Solution" lies in its mimic of the Western World’s failed attempt to rescue through resettlement. "The decision to murder followed directly from the failure to resettle." Mindanao ended a long list of resettlement schemes considered at one time by the international community that failed to rescue.
Had the democratic world tried to rescue the innocent - and failed - we might find solace in the nobility of a lost cause, of a gallant crusade; but there were no rescue attempts. The nations of the world were put to the test and were found wanting; their failure was not a failure of tactics, but of will, of the human spirit.
One fact transcends all others. The Jews of Europe were not so much trapped in a whirlwind of systematic mass murder as they were abandoned to it. The Nazis planned and executed the holocaust, but it was made possible by an indifference to the suffering of the victims which sometimes bordered on contempt. Not one nation showed generosity of heart to those who are doomed, not one made the Jewish plight a national priority and not one willingly opened its doors after the war to the surviving remnant of the once thriving Jewish community. Rescue required sanctuary, and there was none. (Preface)
When the General Assembly came together on November 27, we were plunged into gloom. There was every reason to fear that if the vote was taken, we would fall short of theExcerpts From: Abba Eban, An Autobiography, pages 97-99two-thirds majority. The day before, the odds had seemed to be in our favor. But at precisely that moment the French delegate, Alexandre Parodi, had called for a postponement of the session. In the twenty-four hours since then, we had lost ground. The representative of Uruguay, Professor Rodriguez Fabregat, embarked on a long discourse that could not uncharitably be regarded as a filibuster. As the minutes ticked away, all hope seemed to be receding. It was then that the chairman, Ambassador Aranha, revived our hopes. He discovered that the hour was late, that the decision to be made was important and that the following day was an American national holiday, Thanksgiving Day. With a firm hand, oblivious of Arab protest, he adjourned the session. It was clear we would know our fate on November 29, and that November 28 would be a day of unremitting toil...
(Forward to November 29)
...I made for the United Nations General Assembly headquarters, which was in ferment of tension. Newspapermen, television and radio correspondents from all over the world were concentrated in the lobbies, while the delegates’ seats and visitor’s gallery were crowded as they had never been before The United Nations was facing a momentous opportunity at a very early stage of its career. On the podium, pale and solemn were the President of the Assembly, Oswaldo Aranha, Trygve Lie and the equally well nourished Assistant Secretary-General Andrew Cordier. Aranha called the meeting to order and invited the representative of Iceland to the rostrum. Thors, to my relief, was magnificent. He stated with firm conviction that despite every examination or all avenues, he and his committee were convinced that an agreement in advance was impossible. The only hope of conciliation lay in an act of judgment and decision. If the world community was firm in support of partition, then partition would come into existence and those who opposed it now would have no course but to acquiesce.From that moment on, the debate went inexorably our way. An attempt by Chamoun to secure a postponement in order to discuss the federal proposal was firmly ruled out of order by Aranha and opposed with impressive unity by Gromyko and Hershel Johnson. By this time the United States and the Soviet Union were becoming irritated by the delaying tactics imposed on the General
Assembly by the Arab and the British delegations. Here, for the first time since the end of the war, two Great Powers were reaching agreement on a major international issue, and countries of lesser responsibility were preventing their accord from coming into effect. General Carlos Romulo of the Philippines, who had spoken against partition two days before, had now disappeared, and a new Filipino delegate spoke as ardently for the partition plan as Romulo had spoken against. Liberia also had swung around in our favor. To my relief, my own “clients” – the Benelux countries – now recorded their firm intention to support the partition plan. There was still the fear that a French abstention might upset this prospect.
Finally the speechmaking came to an end, and a solemn hush descended on the hall. Aranha announced his intention to call for a vote in alphabetical order. Some of us who were present still retain a memory of the tone in which Cordier recited the votes. “Argentina?” “Abstain.” “Afghanistan?” “No.” “Australia?” “Yes.” “Belgium?” “Yes.” “Bolivia?” “Yes.” “Byelorussia?” “Yes.” And so it went on. When France loudly said “Oui,” there was an outbreak of applause in the hall, which Aranha sternly suppressed. By the time we had gone half way through the alphabet, we knew that we were safely home. Finally, after the announcement of Yugoslavia’s “abstention,” we heard the historic words: “Thirty three in favor, thirteen against, ten abstentions, one absent. The resolution is adopted.”...
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