Weekly Chasidic Story #679 (s5771-13 / 23 Kislev 5771) Until Saturday Night, Chanukah "Although it was still afternoon of the Sabbath of Chanukah, the chaplain came to conduct the Chanukah menorah lighting service for us." Connection: Seasonal - Chanukah
Until Saturday Night, ChanukahBy Rabbi Moishe Gurkow
Earlier today, while it was still afternoon of the Sabbath of Chanukah, she came to conduct the Chanukah menorah lighting service for us. We were all assembled in our sanctuary and the chaplain was ready to light the candles when I noticed that it was only 4pm and well before twilight. On other days of Chanukah, the menorah may be lit before twilight. But doing so on the Sabbath would constitute a desecration of our holy Day of Rest. So I shouted in protest, for by no means could I sit by idly and allow such a terrible thing to take place. My objections snowballed into a major dispute with threats of calling the police. To calm things down, I told the following story. When I was still a boy of 6 years old in my home in Communist Russia, I went with my Uncle, Rabbi Michoel Teitelbaum, who later founded the Lubavitch Educational Institute Oholei Torah in Brooklyn, to light the first candle of the Chanukah menorah in an outdoor setting in an effort to publicize the miracle. All of a sudden from out of nowhere a policeman appeared, wielding a huge knife, with which he attempted to kill us! My uncle and I ran for our lives. We came to a gigantic snow pile and plunged into its snow, but the policeman with his deadly knife was still at our backs. He thrust it deep into the snow; the knife's sharp blade literally reached the throat of Uncle Michoel when he suddenly bit the policeman's thumb, causing him to drop the knife to the ground. In the midst of the commotion my uncle and I fled the scene. We returned back to the place where we started out only to find that lone, first Chanukah candle still burning joyously. In this way, I continued to tell my tale in as much detail as I could, until finally the Day of Rest parted and the proper time to light the Chanukah menorah arrived. After the chaplain lit the candles, I began singing a rousing rendition of the Chanukah hymn, HaNaros Halalu, which describes how the Chanukah lights are sanctified. Indeed, all those assembled in the sanctuary joined in together, and thank G-d, now it was at the right time. I was gratified that even out of my own element I was still able to perform
my commission. Source: Translated by Refoel Leitner from the hand-written Hebrew original (pdf file available), who also added details from oral sources. Biographical note:
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