Weekly Chasidic Story #629 (s5770-14 / 28 Kislev 5770)

The Ninth Flame

"I will never forget the last Chanuka in the barracks. In those last weeks before the liberation, the Nazis were particularly unpredictable and cruel."

Connection: Seasonal - The festival of Chanukah

 

The Ninth Flame

Chanuka 1944, Auschwitz
I will never forget the last Chanuka in the barracks. Most of us were so consumed with scraping together any morsel while avoiding the attention of the guards that we had no inkling which day in the year it was. Especially in those last weeks before the liberation, the Nazis were particularly unpredictable and cruel, and the chaos only made matters worse.

Yet there were a few who always knew the exact dates. They would tell the rest of us that today is Shabbat, Pesach and other significant days. On this particular day a man would tell me that it was Chanuka.

That morning I went to the infirmary to try smuggling out some balm - anything to help relieve my father's open sores. His disease -- whatever it was -- was eating his body away, and whenever I could sneak over to see him I would see him silently struggling for some relief. As an 11-year-old child, I was completely overcome by the sight of my suffering father.

That particular day, when I finally snuck over to my father's bunk, he was no longer there. I became frantic.

An older gentleman, whom I did not know but I had often seen talking to my father, came over to console me. He too did not know when my father was taken, to this day I don't know if it was the disease or a Nazi bullet that took my father to heaven, but his was a calming presence.

He told me that today was Chanuka and we celebrate the victory of the few weak over the many powerful oppressors. We light the candles to demonstrate that our light is stronger than any darkness. "Your father would be very proud to know that you carry on his light despite the blackness around us," he said.

I was so moved by his words -- and all the memories it brought back from my earlier years in Lodz -- that I suggested to him enthusiastically that we should light the menora tonight. He sort of smiled at me, the child -- a smile hardly concealing his deep anguish -- and said that it would be too dangerous to try. I insisted and made off to get some machine oil from the factory.
I was so excited. And for this brief moment I was able to put aside my grief. I slowly made my way back, so as not to be noticed, to the barrack with my treasured bit of oil. Meanwhile the strange gentleman had put together some wicks, apparently from clothing or some other material.

Now we needed fire to light our makeshift menora. I noticed at the end of one building smoldering cinders. We agreed that we would wait till dusk and at an opportune moment we would light our Chanuka lights.

Wait we did. As we were walking over to the cinders a guard noticed us and grabbed away the oil and wicks we were concealing. He began cursing and frothing at us. A miracle seemed to happen when his superior barked a command that apparently needed his participation, and he ran off with our precious fuel. The miracle however was short-lived. The animal yelled back at us that he would soon return to "take care of us."

I was terrified. The gentleman was absolutely serene. And then he said to me words that are etched into my every fiber until this very day:

"Tonight we have lit a flame more powerful than the Chanuka lights. The miracle of Chanuka consisted of finding one crucible of oil, which miraculously burned for eight days. Tonight we performed an even greater miracle: We lit the ninth invisible candle even when we had no oil...
"Make no mistake. We did light the menora tonight. We did everything in our power to kindle the flames, and every effort is recognized by G-d. He knows that we were deprived by forces that were not in our control, so in some deeper way we lit the menora. We have lit the ninth flame - the most powerful one of all, so powerful that you can't even see it."

The man then promised me: "You will get out of here alive. And when you do, take this ninth invisible flame with you. Tell G-d that we lit a candle even when we had no oil.

"Tell the world of the light that has emerged even from the darkest of darkness. We had no physical oil and no spiritual oil. We were wretched creatures, treated worse than animals. Yet, in some miraculous way, we forged a 'crucible' where none existed -- in the hell fires of Auschwitz.

"So there was no oil. Not even defiled oil. No oil, period. Yet we still lit a flame -- a flame fueled by the pits of darkness. We never gave up. Let the world know that our ninth flame is alive and shining. Tell every person in despair that the flame never goes out."

As he finished these last words, the Nazi beast returned and viciously led him away behind one of the barracks.

I made my escape. A few weeks later the Russians arrived and we were liberated. Here I am today to tell you the story of the ninth flame.
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© 2006 TheMeaningful Life Center. All rights reserved. (Also posted on LChaimWeekly.org #949.)
Rabbi Simon Jacobson is the author of the best-selling Toward a Meaningful Life (meaningfullife.com), as well as two important guidebooks for the Jewish year.

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