It was a gathering of old friends and their families last week. A mix of Christians and Jews celebrating Passover with a seder ceremony. Rich in tradition and symbolism it was an honor to take part in the journey reminding us that freedom isn’t free. It’s a teaching moment. Do not forget and be thankful for those who struggled to escape slavery and do not become complacent as there are those who still suffer and fight the good fight. As Ronald Reagan reminded us, “Freedom is never more than one generation from extinction”.
Bitter greens, horseradish and salty water remind us of the harshness of slavery. In ancient times, the hard-boiled egg, a symbol of mourning. So many tears with the loss of dignity and life. Fresh greens like parsley remind us of the warm spring night of the Exodus of the Israelites from Egypt. Spring brings hope, renewal and optimism.
The Jews left Egypt in haste. Time is of the essence. There is no time to let the bread rise. Eating matzoh is a lesson in humility. It is flat, brittle and tasteless. However, it is the perfect platform for a bittersweet sandwich of horseradish and charoset.
My favorite seder food came at the end of the ceremony. A Mediterranean mix of dried fruits, nuts and spices bound together with a bit of sweet red wine known as charoset. Charoset looks a bit like cement and is made to resemble the mortar used by Jewish slaves to build Pharaoh palaces. Spread on matzoh with some horseradish it was a delicious, but bittersweet reminder of days gone by. A closer look at the recipe ingredients, minus the wine, there is a mighty good power bar in there waiting to happen.
Grief can sometimes enslave my heart and paralyze my mind. It is a long journey. Thank you Stang family for renewing my spirit. Watching our children smile and laugh together was rejuvenating.