A new roundup of my Passover lessons since the beginning of my Jewish journey, from marching myself like a fool straight into Egypt–to finding the courage to finally leave it behind.
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Irreverence has its place–even on the holidays. Here’s a roundup of my Passover lessons since the beginning of my Jewish journey.
What a difference a year makes. Last year I was Passoverwrought. This year, I saw Pesach coming–and happily counted the days.
Plan all the phoney matzah meals you want, or avoid it completely and subsist on permitted meats and quinoa. No amount of advance planning will take all the sting out of observing Passover. Nor should it.
I’ve never questioned my conversion to Judaism over the past year. But I have enjoyed being far less militant about my Judaism than during the first six years of my membership in the Tribe.
Or, why is there a Christian Easter egg in the user interface of this Jew’s Facebook Messenger app this weekend?
“We’re not reporters; we’re just two brown guys trying to figure out how we can make a little bit of positive contribution in our community.”
“America was founded not as a ‘Christian nation’ but as a nation committed to the ‘pursuit of happiness’ and to the separation of church and state.”
“We stand at a crisis point that can generate massive change for good. The shift will happen as we maintain hope and resist with dignity all kinds of oppression.”
As Passover approaches we let go of our chametz. For the second time in three years, for us that includes giving up our synagogue affiliation.