At the heart of Chanukah is a deceptively simple moment: the decision to light with what was available. Not enough oil. Just one day’s worth. No backup plan. The miracle didn’t start when the oil lasted more than one night. It started when someone stopped waiting for better conditions and used what was at hand... Continue Reading →
Everything Old Is A-bloom Again
At the end of last week’s parsha, the Torah shifts into what appears to be a long genealogical list—Esav’s wives and children, the clans of Seir, the kings of Edom. But names matter in Torah. They remind us that who we are is shaped by who came before us, and that mesorah is built step... Continue Reading →