Safam judah maccabee biography

Hello Readers! It’s co-editor Gail with yet another blog that’s coincidentally falling right before a holiday. Tomorrow is the first night of Hanukkah!

Hanukkah (also spelled Chanukah and several other different ways) is a Jewish holiday celebrating the rededication of the second temple in Jerusalem in 200 B.C. following the Maccabean revolt against Greek-Syrian oppressors. Hanukkah means “dedication in Hebrew”.

You may also know the story of Judah Maccabee and the other Jews rededicating the temple  lighting the menorah with one day’s worth of oil that miraculously lasted for eight nights.

It’s a beautiful holiday full of beautiful candle light, fun traditions like playing Dreidel and tasty food like potato latkes, donuts and chocolate coins. But it is ultimately about the endurance of the Jewish people despite brutal circumstances.

Though I admit, growing up, I never really thought of it that way because in the mainstream, it has basically been reduced to a Jewish response to Christmas.

Hanukkah has gift giving so Jewish children (an

Safam Lyrics

 

Dreams Of Safam

 

MAH TOVU
Music by Joel Funk ©1976

Mah tovu ohalechah Ya’akov
Mishk’notechaYisrael
Va’ani b’rov chasd’cha avoh veitecha
Eshtachaveh el heichal kodsh’cha b’yiratecha
Hashem ahavti m’on beitecha
Um’kom mishkan k’vodecha

Chorus:
Mah tovu ohalecha, ohalecha Ya’akov
Mah tovu ohalecha, mishk’notecha Yisrael
Va’ani eshtachaveh v’echra’ah
Evr’cha lifneh Hashem osi
Ba ba ba ba ba….
Lifneh Hashem osi

Chorus


CHALOMOT BEN-GURION
Words and Music by Joel Sussman ©1976

David Green why does this happen
Every year about this time
You get the urge to return to Palestine
Well you’re okay up to Purim
But when the Nisan moon starts to shine
A promise made to Avraham upsets your mindWell at the Seder table

When we sing L’Shana Haba’a
You needn’t take it so literally
Don’t you know it’s just a song
So forget about this dreamer
Whom you’ve been listening to

Judah Maccabee - יהודה המכבי

 

 

Judah Maccabee – by Safam

 

 

 

Oh when I was a boy, my one and only joy was pretending I was living in the past.

 

So to get my little thrills, I stormed out from the hills, a wooden sword held tightly in my grasp.

 

 

 

Oh Judah Maccabee, how was I to see what you would mean to me…

 

No Syrian decree, could make you bend your knee, not Judah Maccabee

 

 

 

Oh, my friends all thought me strange and sometimes would exchange a worried look or word behind my back. No, they couldn’t understand, the Romans were at hand and they were getting ready to attack.

 

 

 

Oh Judah Maccabee, how was I to see what you would mean to me…

 

No Roman cavalry, could make you bend your knee, not Judah Maccabee

 

 

 

In the Polish Underground, I never made a sound, while running through the forests late at night. Just like Matithias’s sons, I knew the time would come, when I would need my courage to survive.

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