The
Feast of Dedication
The
Rev. Ron Sala
Unitarian
Universalist Society in Stamford
December
1, 2002
We’re
all familiar with the much-touted advances in worker productivity these
days, which have come from computers. Sometimes, though, I can’t help
but wonder how much more productive we could all be if it weren’t
for all the Internet humor people spend their time circulating. I don’t
know anyone responsible for actually writing these jokes and lists—maybe
our computers write them by themselves. But the scarcity of authors
is more than made up for by the Internet’s rabbit-like powers of reproduction.
Once
in a while, something comes across my desktop that’s moderately humorous.
One such piece is called “Top 10 Reasons Hanukkah is Better Than Christmas.”
At the risk of some embarrassment, here goes:
Top
10 Reasons Hanukkah is Better Than Christmas
10.
There's no "Donny & Marie Hanukkah Special".
9. Eight days of presents (in theory, anyway).
8. No need to clean the chimney.
7. There's no latke-nog.
6. Burl Ives doesn't sing Hanukkah songs.
5. You won't be pressured to buy Hanukkah Seals.
4. You won't see, "You're a Schlimazel, Charlie Brown."
3. No barking dog version of "I had a Little Driedl."
2. No pine needles to vacuum up afterwards.
and the Number 1 reason why Hanukkah is better than Christmas...
1. Blintzes are cheaper to mail than fruitcakes. |
No
matter how silly a joke is ministers have the bad habit of trying finding
some meaning in it. I’m no exception. The meaning that strikes me here
is the valuing of differences. Of course Hanukkah isn’t better than
Christmas—or vice versa. But there is a delicious variety in the experience
of these two very different holidays that the list points up. Driedls
and pine needles, blitzes and fruitcakes. There are so many ways of
celebrating heritage and the beauty of life!
But
of course, people don’t always see the value in each other’s cultural
expressions, or even tolerate them to exist. Such a history of intolerance
and persecution is the origin of Hanukkah itself.
In
the fourth century before the Common Era, Philip of Macedon invaded
Greece, including the great culture capital of Athens. Like any good
father, Philip wanted the best education for his son, Alexander. And
the best is what he got, in the form of no less a distinguished tutor
than Aristotle himself. Alexander loved learning. He absorbed the epics
of Homer, learned more than anyone had before about the natural world,
and by the time his father died became perhaps the most scholarly ruler
to ever occupy a throne.
While
his father was a great military leader, Alexander’s conquests were unsurpassed.
He extended his territory from Macedonia and Greece to Egypt and the
Middle East, all the way to the border of India. But Alexander didn’t
just want to conquer lands, but hearts and minds as well. He adopted
the Hellenistic culture of Athens as his “New World Order.” He believed,
with other Hellenists, that there were two kinds of people in the world:
Greeks and barbarians in need of Greek civilization.
And
as we all know, the Greeks had a great civilization: theatre, fine literature,
athletics, philosophy. Much of what we take for granted in our modern
world as civilization came out of one Greek mind or other. But Hellenistic
culture had a darker side as well. As we’ve already considered, there
was the tendency to devalue any idea not of Greek origin. The self-evident
superiority of their own civilization blinded them to the possibility
that other peoples might have valid viewpoints as well.
There
were also some specific cultural practices that Greeks took for granted
that strike us today as highly immoral. For instance, infanticide was
common. Newborns would often be left outside in clay jars to die of
exposure or starve to death. They might be deformed in some way. (To
the Greeks, physical perfection was a prime value). Or there might be
too many mouths to feed or too many heirs to divide the inheritance
among.
There
was also pederasty, the pairing of grown men with boys for sexual gratification.
A whole philosophy grew up around this practice in which the men would
become mentors and military trainers for the boys they cavorted with.
Philosophically,
religiously, and culturally, Greeks and Jews had many differences.
When
the Greeks marched into tiny Israel, there was no military resistance.
But when, in the years after Alexander’s death, the occupiers tried
to enforce cultural assimilation, they were surprised at the response.
Unknown to them, they had come across a people just as dedicated to
culture and learning as they—and just as dedicated to their own unique
worldview and way of life.
The
Jews were and are a small people, but their impact on our contemporary
world has been just as important as that of the world-conquering Greeks.
Winston Churchill said,
No other two races have set
such a mark upon the world. Each of them from angles so different have
left us with the inheritance of its genius and wisdom. No two cities
have counted more with Mankind than Athens and Jerusalem. Personally,
I have always been on the side of both.
But
it was difficult to be on the side of both in 199 BCE, the year in which
one branch of Alexander’s military legacy, the Seleucids, wrested control
of Israel from another branch, the Ptolomies. Whereas the Ptolomies
had a spotted record toward the Jews, at times tyrannical and at times
relatively tolerant, the Seleucids were determined that Judaism be wiped
out. They passed harsh laws against the practice of the Jewish religion
and even placed a statue of Zeus in the Temple in Jerusalem. When the
authorities demanded that a certain elder named Mattisyahu betray his
faith by offering a sacrifice to one of the Greek gods, he refused.
But another Jew stepped forward to do it instead. Enraged, Mattisyahu
took up a sword and killed the man, along with a number of Greek soldiers.
The Jewish revolt had begun.
The
Jews didn’t stand a chance. They were a small people, vastly outnumbered,
destined, it seemed, to suffer the same fate as so many small peoples
before and since—humiliation and death. But that’s not how it turned
out. With their proverbial backs to the wall, faced with the destruction
of all they held dear, Jewish fighters managed to recapture their Temple
after two years of conflict.
It
was in 165 BCE that the famous miracle of the oil was to have taken
place. The Hebrew word “Hanukkah” means “dedication,” for it commemorates
the rededication of the Temple. Tradition tells us that upon reentering
their desecrated Temple, Jewish rebels found but one day’s supply of
the consecrated oil they needed for the menorah. New oil would take
seven days to prepare, but we’re told that small amount of oil lasted
eight days till the new oil was ready.
What
a potent symbol of resistance in the face of persecution that miracle
is! It seems to say that, no matter the odds, we are aided in our struggle
for freedom and dignity by a deep, miraculous source in the midst of
the community of faith.
And
faith was what the Jewish resistance needed. To once again borrow from
Churchill, it was not the beginning of the end for them, but only the
end of the beginning. They would continue to struggle with their oppressors
for the next quarter century, until they were able to establish an independent
state.
It’s
frightening to think how close Judaism came to being obliterated at
the time of the first Hanukkah. It’s also difficult to imagine the many
ways we would all be impoverished if it had been. In his book,
The World’s Religions, Huston Smith reflects on the impact the
Jewish legacy has had on our world today. Smith writes,
[It] has been estimated that
one-third of our Western civilization bears the marks of its Jewish
ancestry. We feel its force in the names we give to our children: Adam
Smith, Noah Webster, Abraham Lincoln, Isaac Newton, Rebecca West, Sarah
Teasdale, Grandma Moses. Michelangelo felt it when he chiseled his “David”
and painted the Sistine Ceiling; Dante when he wrote the
Divine Comedy and Milton, Paradise Lost. The United States
carries the indelible stamp of its Jewish heritage in its collective
life: the phrase “by their Creator” in the Declaration of Independence;
the words “Proclaim Liberty throughout the land” on the Liberty Bell.
“The
real impact of the ancient Jews, however,” Smith writes, “lies in the
extent to which Western civilization took over their angle of vision
on the deepest questions life poses.”
Of
course, the urge to suppress or even destroy people unlike oneself is
not confined to the time of the original Hanukkah of 165 BCE. Shimon
Apisdorf writes of one Hanukkah under the worst of conditions:
At the conclusion of every
sixteen-hour work day, in the hell called Bergen Belsen, the block commander
liked to have some fun with his Jews.
The meal at the end of the
day consisted of old dry bread, filthy watery soup and a pat of something
like margarine made from vegetable fat. The margarine was scooped out
of a large tub, and after the meal had been distributed and the tub
was empty, the commander allowed the starving prisoners to jump into
the empty tub and lick the remaining margarine from the walls of the
tub. The sight of starving Jews licking up bits of margarine provided
nightly entertainment for the commander and his guards.
One prisoner, however, refused
to be a part of the commander[’]s show. Though like all the rest he
was a withered, starving shadow of a man aged far beyond his years,
still, he would never allow himself to scavenge for a lick of margarine.
The other prisoners called him Elijah. In some unspoken way, the others
drew strength from Elijah’s refusal to join the frenzy.
Then, one night, something
happened that seemed to shatter whatever spirit remained in the prisoners.
Elijah cracked. All at once he threw himself into the greasy vat and
furiously rolled around like a crazed beast. And how the commander howled;
it was a deep belly laugh of satanic satisfaction. The last of the Jews
had been broken.
Later, after the guards had
left and the Jews were in the their barracks, Elijah pulled out a jacket
and began to pluck off the buttons. The others looked on in silence—Elijah
had gone mad. One by one he separated threads from the buttons of the
jacket—and then he looked up.
His eyes were on fire. “Do
you know what tonight is?” he demanded. “Tonight is the first night
of Chanukah and I’ve been saving little bits of fat to use as candles.”
That night Elijah led the others
in the lighting of the Chanukah flames. The candles were made of scraps
of old margarine Elijah had saved; the wicks were made of thread; and
the fresh margarine Elijah had furiously scavenged for that evening
was the oil.
“And Elijah’s flames are still
burning,” Apisdorf concludes.
But,
of course, hate-inspired violence did not end with the Holocaust of
the Second World War.
According
to the Southern Poverty Law Center, “Somewhere in America… Every hour
someone commits a hate crime. Every day eight blacks, three whites,
three gays, three Jews, and one Latino become hate crime victims.” And
“Every week a cross is burned.”
Hate
crimes range from such brutal murders as Matthew Shepherd or James Byrd
to racist arson, vandalism, or graffiti. But all hate crimes carry the
same message: People like you are not welcome here. It’s a message antithetical
to both faith and democracy. Like the Maccabees of old, we have a long
struggle ahead of us.
Hate
requires strong action. It is not something that if you ignore it goes
away. Instead it grows. There are national organizations tracking hate
crimes and organizing people to prevent them, such as the Southern Poverty
Law Center and the Anti-Defamation League. There is also ample opportunity
for local action such as vigils, interfaith events, interracial mixers,
or help to victims of hate crimes.
To
illustrate this idea of people of good will coming together, I will
conclude with the words of Jim Carrier, who writes of a town perhaps
not so unlike our own:
Christmas
was just around the corner in 1993 when Billings, Montana, entered a
white supremacist hell. Jewish graves were vandalized. Native American
homes were sprayed with epithets like “Die Indian.” Skinheads harassed
a black church congregation. But these events received scant notice—until
5-year-old Isaac Schnitzer’s holiday peace was shattered.
On
Dec. 2, a chunk of cinder block broke his upstairs window. The window
displayed a menorah…. Responding police urged his mother, Tammie Schnitzer,
to take down all their Jewish symbols. She refused and said so boldly
in a news story. She even urged front-page play.
As
if suddenly aware of hate in its midst, Billings responded. Vigils were
held. Petitions were signed. A painter’s union led 100 people in repainting
houses….
The
manger of a local sporting goods store, Rick Smith, was so moved by
events that he changed the sales pitch on his street marquee. Instead
of an ad for school letter jackets, he mounted, in foot-high letters:
“Not in Our Town. No Hate. No Violence. Peace on earth.” The marquee
got national exposure and “Not in Our Town” became a famous slogan….
Within
days, the town erupted in menorahs—purchased at K-mart, Xeroxed in church
offices and printed in the Billings Gazette—displayed in thousands
of windows. Supremacists went crazy, throwing rocks, shooting out windows,
killing a cat with an arrow. “Billings understood that it had a war
on its hands,” The New York Times later noted. Still, Mrs. Schnitzer
took her son for a ride through town to look at all the menorahs.
“Are
they Jewish, too?” a wide-eyed Isaac asked.
“No,”
she said, “they’re friends.”
And
so may we be. May this be our Dedication, this Hanukkah and throughout
the year.
Amen.
Sources:
Shimon
Apisdorf, Chanukah: Eight Nights of Light Eight Gifts for the Soul
(Baltimore: Leviathan Press, 1997).
Southern
Poverty Law Center, 10 Ways to Fight Hate: A Community Response Guide.