Traveling to THE PLACE OF A PASSOVER SEDER today. Being one of a group, a family with friends, being the one to prepare a Passover Seder for all to enjoy. Buying the ingredients to be served on the Passover plate: the red kosher wine, the charoset, the salt water, the parsley, walnuts and apples, honey, matzos, boiled egg, spicy horseradish, kosher for Passover cakes, and not to forget the fresh fruit orange, and the shank bone. All delicious and holy, a plate that is gloriously meant for a Hebrew Priest, as we sit and eat holy kosher foods that are meant to purify and cleanse one's soul.
Being the 4 children with 4 questions who want serious answers and having a family with adult parents who answer the questions as best as their knowledge enables them. Not to be the "wicked child" the child who uses the word "they" instead of "us." Welcoming the 5th child who does not know he is invited. To be inquisitive and do the research of your questions as being an eternal student, a "malamed." Keeping The Torah book in an open position all week long, never to close the book, never to close oneself off from the truth.
Reading aloud The Haggadah, the story of Passover, taking turns around the dining table. Getting through it all and then digging into the food on your plate. Having a matzo that was hidden, and then to be the child who finds it. Luckiness to its nth degree!
A Passover with memories, another Passover next year, a kosher Passover, a Passover clean of all chametz, a Passover with a Rabbi who gives a sermon that makes a difference in your life.
Eating the orange fruit, having its inclusion, as we include women now to read Torah at the Kotel.
A time to welcome springtime, a time to remember that we will never be enslaved again as we once were to the Egyptians. A time to remember that G-d created the miracles of the Ten Plagues that set us free from slavery.
To always remember G-d's miracles and to not ever be a doubting Thomas or scoffer. To keep the power of G-d in your pocket and to always have His love with you, day after day, generation after generation.
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