Monday, April 25, 2016

Veni, Vidi, Vici MATZOH-CI.

We came, we saw, we conquered we ate matzohs.

With apologies to people who actually read Latin. 

The Seder at my house was lovely if I do say so myself.

I find the text of the Passover Seder (literally "order", because there is a prescribed order to telling the story) so profoundly moving. We Jews are reminded that we must think of ourselves being slaves in Egypt-not just some random people a long time ago. We must see ourselves as being right there in Egypt, and then miraculously being granted our freedom to live as Jews and live in Israel. We read every word, sing every song, and it is all quite glorious. I'm almost moved to tears by so many parts of the Seder.

The food was lovely, the company quite grand and reciting the very same, exact story that my ancestors have told for thousands of years is not just a privilege but a real testimony to the survival and resilience of the Jewish people and the Jewish nation. It is the unbroken tie to our past and to the G-d of Israel.  The house was full of food and prayer and song and love. My cup runneth over.

And now, back to work and life with matzoh.

Bear with me as I get caught up.