Yesterday this year’s season of Hanukkah ebbed to its conclusion as the candles wicks extinguished.
Eight flames flicker,
recounting radical providence.
When thieves had stripped the temple
leaving only enough supply for one day’s worship,
God anointed his people with the ability to seek him still.
He gave means for his people to
search his magnitude and praise him for eight days
rather than a measly one.
When the world was dark,
God birthed in illuminating light,
seeing fit to provide his people with endurance
that we might praise Him more abundantly,
in ways we didn’t fathom possible.
It is in coming back to him that miracles do happen;
a passion to proclaim his Passion
grants us providence to worship and to serve
in the temple’s restoration.
*Trying to think of a more apt title.