Passing on Passover
This year, Passover is proceeding largely unobserved. We always host the seder, though not one of our extended family reached out for details. The stack of Haggadahs and bag of emergency yarmulkes sit undisturbed in a drawer in the dining room. Speaking of seder, I thought this was interesting: I assumed seder was Hebrew for holiday meal, but actually, it’s translation is order.
Anyway, Passover has been kind of a wash this year, which suits me fine.
That’s not to say I don’t adore the big Jewish family I married into and the faith I raised my children in. Judaism is grounded in fortitude, courage, and compassion. Judaism actively invites questions and encourages reflection. To me, Judaism often feels aligned and personal.
Speaking of personal- I have so much to be grateful for this year, but my big-picture consideration of now and how we got here breaks my heart.
These past months I’m short on faith and stubbornly resistant to prayer, but I do hope, and I’m hoping hard. I hope that peace will prevail, along with cooler heads and kinder hearts.
I hope that next year, after this impossible one, seder will return.