So I asked my Father for wisdom and started searching the internet for answers. Turns out that in the diaspora it gets a little tricky. You see, holidays are celebrated for two days instead of one.
Why? Because before we had fixed calendars, the Sanhedrin in Jerusalem would observe the moon and determine when the month started. They would messengers to other regions, which would take time. In order not to miss the festival day, those outside Israel would celebrate for two days instead of one. And the tradition remains to this day.
But with Sukkot it gets challenging because Shemini Atzeret (The Eighth Day) comes on the heels of Sukkot and according to some sources, you shouldn’t eat in the sukkah on this day.
So here I was thinking about whether or not to have dinner in the sukkah with my granddaughter, when all of a sudden a storm kicked up. The wind started blowing, torrential rain poured down and…
The sukkah blew over. No crash. No damage. It just blew over. Can I tell you that I looked up to heaven and laughed? Now, you wouldn’t think this a sane reaction to seeing this beautiful sukkah lying there. But all I could say was, “Okay, Abba, I guess it comes down today.”
And though I was sad to see the festival end my heart filled with joy. I asked my Father a question and He answered it!