Last Friday, just after the Sabbath sunset, people from all over Green Bay gathered on the sidewalk along the side and front of Congregation Cnesses Israel Synagogue. Most of those who had gathered, as requested, had a candle of some kind. Some were inside of elaborate glass lanterns. Some included only a cardboard disk to catch dripping wax.
I wanted to bring a real candle, a wax one, one made by the hard work of hundreds of bees who had made thousands of trips to flowers and back to the hive where they had deposited wax for the worker bees to form into the storage cells that serve as a nursery for baby bees and as a place to keep honey. The story bees tell is one of hundreds of individuals working together as one to provide for the present and future well-being of the hive.