This year, for the first time in years, I'm neither hosting a seder nor traveling to see my family for Passover. We're going to a friend's house for the first night, and to the community seder put on by our congregation the second night. It feels odd.
Over the weekend, I made the raspberry flame version of the Chocolate Oblivion Torte from the Cake Bible, and I just sent my friend a few of my favorite Passover readings. My all time favorite is probably the sermon that Dr. King gave the night before he was killed. Some years Passover falls right on the anniversary, but it's appropriate any year.
I also like this bit:
Rabbi Michael Lerner teaches that the story of the departure from Egypt was more than a single people's liberation from slavery: it was the revelation of the divine message that the world as it is can be radically, awesomely transformed for the good. That fundamental change for freedom and justice is possible -- this Pesach, in our all-too-frequent dejection at the state of the world, let us remember yitziat mitzrayim, the going forth from Egypt, and remember that if such an event is possible, then hope, not despair, is at the core of the universe.
In the Torah, it is written that the people of Israel “went into the sea, upon dry land.” Then, the Midrash tells us, one man, Nachshon by name, displayed his commitment to freedom by walking into the sea. Only at the moment when the water reached his neck, when he could go no further on his own, did the sea part. Only when the Israelites had taken the first steps, trusting in God, did God intervene to save them. Nachshon's act of faith and courage opened the way from Egypt to freedom. He enabled us all to be reborn into freedom.
Standing on the parted shores of history
we still believe what we were taught
before ever we stood at Sinai’s foot;
that wherever we go, it is eternally Egypt
that there is a better place, a promised land;
that the winding way to that promise passes through the wilderness
that there is no way to get from here to there
except by joining hands, marching