One in which the Jewish spirit is under constant assault by hypocrisy, injustice and rampant immorality. But there is a divine spark in each of us. And so, there is hope. For light is a compelling force which will always triumph over darkness. Fire touches wick.
Flame reaches upward.
Another home is bathed in peace and holiness, in warmth and unity. A Jewish woman has invited the Shabbat Queen into her home. The darkness of the day's headlines recedes, exiled by the peaceful glow of candles. It is truly a gift from on high. Our sages tell of our Matriarch Rivkah, who lit Shabbat candles from the tender age of three.