My husband wrote the following for our family regarding the Seder: In the picture below are Ellie, Deb (standing behind Ellie), George, Jim (my husband) , me, Julie (standing behind me), Christopher, Katherine, Edward.
Last night we attended the Passover Seder at Living Word Chapel. About 100 people
attended the 6-10 PM supper. The kids may look happy in this picture but when I told them we were going to the Seder they asked me why? I told them, “Tradition!”
They then said that we had only gone to one other Seder and how could this be a tradition?
This younger generation has a smart answer for everything!
I’ve been to other Seders. The food at these were nothing to write home about. But the LWC knows how to do good Seder food. We had turkey, string beans, carrots, and fantastic baked potatoes. There was also the usual Seder stuff, horns, readings, matzos, bitter herbs, etc.
But then there was singing and there was Rabbi Michael and his wife. They spoke, telling a glorious story that melds the story of the original Passover, with the symbols of the Seder meal, and passion of Christ. This took about an hour.
I particularly liked how the Rabbi described how at the Passover the family took a lamb (“without spot or blemish”) and taking an absorbent hyssop plant struck the lamb’s blood against the mantle, and then both vertical doorway supports, in such a way that the blood of the innocent lamb would have splattered on the entire family. The pattern of striking the various parts of the doorway would have followed the pattern of the sign of the cross.
Another story concerned the removal of the last traces of leavening from the family’s house. The feather used to sweep the yeast representing the Holy Spirit, the wood spoon representing the cross; the yeast representing sin, and the destruction by fire the destruction of sin on the altar of sacrifice (Jesus).
And of course, the same bitter herbs we were eating would have been the same bitter herbs that Jesus would have dipped in with his betrayer.
At this Seder I asked Christopher to be the “Papa” for the table, with Katherine being the “child.” Next year it will be Edward’s turn to be the “Papa.” Tradition!
[first lines of the play]
Tevye: A fiddler on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But here, in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn’t easy. You may ask ‘Why do we stay up there if it’s so dangerous?’ Well, we stay because Anatevka is our home. And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word: tradition!
If you are in the neighborhood next year please feel free to join us.
We had an incredible Passover last night. Jim took pictures, so I will update the Passover entry and add some more pictures. Funny how each year the Passover is different (this being my second Passover, so I don’t have a lot of experience.) Right now in the Kay Arthur study of Ruth and the Kinsman Redeemer we are going over all the Passover passages. Pretty incredible.
I am reading Ravi Zacharias’ autobiography, Walking from East to West and came across a quote that I immediately read to my kids.
Page 12 “I have concluded that it is an exercise that is well undertaken by everybody–to journal and write down one’s thoughts at shorter intervals. Memories are good reminders of what God has done and where we could have done better. I remember the time an older man asked me when I was young, ‘Do you know what you are doing now?’ I thought it was some kind of trick question.
Ravi Zacharias then goes on to talk about how in every life you wished you did things differently, and stated that he wished he had gotten more of his parent’s history. and continues “I nevertheless came away with the absolute certainty that God has ordered my steps and that God was there, even in the darkest moments of my life. I know this as surely as I know I exist. He never abandoned me and has brought me by His grace and mercy this far. This is the most certain truth I possess, and it is truly liberating.”
For me it is interesting that as I pursue God more in my reading and study I am beginning to see more of God in my past. At one point I thought God only intervened about four years ago, but now I am seeing His hand more frequently in my past.
Wanted to share a funny story with you. Last night at the Passover my middle son was so angry that my husband made him go, he was sitting there at the table wishing he was anywhere but there. My daughter was worried all this week that yesterday we were going to go to the dentist (we weren’t), and it wasn’t until mid day that she finally believed that we had not made dentist appointments (something we usually do during breaks so the kids don’t miss much school).
Pastor Don comes in and says a prayer, and comments, “I can see that Ed doesn’t want to be here.” (Edward was facing away from Pastor Don, and not displaying any outward sign- it was a Holy Spirit thing).” Ed don’t worry, it isn’t like going to the dentist, and having a tooth pulled. We aren’t going to pull any teeth.”
Ed smiled – and this morning when I woke up, it dawned on me how wonderful the Holy Spirit was, to realize Ed’s state of mind, and at the same time mention dentist – what Katherine had feared all that day.
Hope you have a blessed day. When Jim gets the pictures downloaded I will share them, and maybe continue on in Revelation.