Just finished celebrating the Passover with our community. Great work all you who organized everything while our family bathed in the Florida sun and arrived just in time to enjoy the fruit of your labor.
I feel like this year I downloaded the experience and now I'm attempting to process. Passover is full of so many symbols, words, flavors etc. I need time to let it sink into my heart (especially attempting to keep all our kids in line for the duration).
I think what struck me most during the Seder was the taste of the salt on the parsley representing the bitter tears of the Hebrews in slavery. It made me wonder once again why God allowed them to spend those 400 years in bondage. Remembering the generations of Hebrews who were born lived and died as slaves.
It reminded me how God takes the long view and deals with us as family lines as much as he deals with us as individuals. I looked into the eyes of our children and once again remember that my life is more than the sum of the years I spend on this Earth but it is ultimately rapped up in the ripple effect of our children and their children - the mark we make on the whole of our family line. Something our Father Abraham knew all too well – the first the grieve for the 400 years of bondage.
Come set us free Lord Jesus.
May God turn his face toward you and give you peace