“Why can’t I have normal bread, Dad?”

“Because it’s Passover. We can’t have anything with leaven or yeast in it.”

“Why not?”

“Seth, you know why. We do this every year, son.”

“Yeah, and every year, Grandma comes over, reads from that book that we never look at, and then we have to eat a bunch of weird gross foods.”

“Seth Ezekiel!”


“Sigh…I know that we haven’t always explained what this holiday is about. And I know that at times it can be very boring. But I think that this would change if you understood something about Passover.”

“What, that it is about a dead guy and our ancestors right before they wandered in the desert for 40 years? That it’s about us being the most hated people group in the history of the world?”

“No, son. That’s not it at all.”

“Then what?”

“It’s about you.”


“Don’t think about the story of Passover as some ancient historic event, though it is. Think about it as a story about you.

“Think of it as a story that you are a part of. You are a person, an individual stuck in a people group that are oppressed, beaten down, slaves to a system that doesn’t respect who you are as a group or as an individual. Imagine that.

“Imagine that you are weak. Not that you have no muscle, but you have no voice. No power to bring yourself up out of the muck and the mire. You can’t overthrow the oppressors, you can’t throw off the chains that are weighing you down.

“Imagine a savior comes along and offers to rescue you. To break the chains, to offer you a better life, to give you a chance to live a life that is overflowing with goodness and peace. Imagine a hero that doesn’t see you as an object, but as the man you are and the man you will become.

“Then imagine, you know you are going to be rescued. You know that salvation is at hand. All you have to do is wait for the night to be over. You would eat before so you are ready to go. You would be dressed so that nothing is left to do before you take off. You would have the everything packed. Wouldn’t you?”


“Now imagine, Seth. Imagine that. Because that is what we celebrate here. We remember what happened in the days of Moses, we remember what is happening here and now. Because just like in those days, we need the rescuing, we need the salvation that only one person can offer us. And we wait, feed and clothed, for that day to come.”

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