It feels, this Hanukkah, like there is not enough light.
While the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer, it feels, sometimes, like hope is seeping away along with the daylight. There are moments when it feels like order is collapsing around us. There are days—or more accurately, perhaps, nights—when it feels the the world we thought we knew is devolving, leaving something unrecognizable in its stead. And in the midst of this feeling there are moments, perhaps, when the story of Hanukkah, the story of miraculous victory, of a tiny cask of oil that burns longer than it should, giving hope to a people, feels too far away.