On the third night…
Just imagine: there are whispers and rumblings. Something ususual is going on.
Priests walk around with an edge of nervousness. There’s a joy, but it’s very stressed. As you come in from your work, you feel a tension in the community that you can’t explain.
As you head across the way, one of your friends comes beside you and asks you what you think. Of what, you ask?
The menorah. It still burns fully and without being extinguished.
Did they find more oil, you ask?
No, the priests all say there is something going on. Something greater at work here. Some are saying it’s a miracle from God, himself.
You find it incredulous, but you cannot deny the spark of hope in your bosom. Is there a real God-powered miracle going on?
You wander closer to the temple to hear the chatter from the more religious classes. Of all the different things you do here about the flame, no one seems to cast doubt on the facts of the matter. There wasn’t enough purified oil to burn for three days straight, but the flame has not extingushed. It still yet burns.
Wow, you just don’t know what to think.
Shalom.