Many years ago, a friend invited me to her annual Hanukkah party, a party of more than 50 people. In addition to the pot-luck nature of the gathering, my friend’s one request for the party was that the attendees bring their own menorahs and candles for a group lighting. Although I had celebrated Hanukkah all my life, I had never been at a gathering like this, and when we all stopped and lit our menorahs at once, the effect was both moving and dazzling. In that one house, in that one instant, there was an immediate feeling of connection to the families worldwide who were participating in this same ritual. At the same time, it was visually dazzling, with menorahs from the most humble to the most glamorous, with candles galore lighting up the house.