While in Kelowna, my aunt and uncle hosted Pesach or Jewish passover. This was an extreme privilege to take part in as it was the first time I had ever experienced anything like it. Growing up in the Evangelical Baptist tradition we celebrated Easter but in the pretty Easter dress kind of way. Later in life, when Ben was hired on as the Director of Music at an Anglican Church, we were exposed to many new elements of Holy Week. Lent, Maundy Thursday and Resurrection Sunday took on whole new meanings. We drank in the tradition and details of the central event of the Christian faith. When we moved to this quaint little town we chose not to go to the Anglican church for many reasons but as a person who deeply values tradition, I felt there was always an element missing in my worship: the visual, the symbolic, the “get off your ass and participate in a tangible way” (I searched the thesaurus for an alternative word, but nothing quite fit.)
Pesach appealed to al of these elements using all 5 senses.
In essence it celebrates God’s promises to the Israelites that can be found in Exodus 6:
The Seder plate was then followed by a delicious roasted Lamb dinner. But as we ate I could not help be shaken by the promises of God. I will redeem you and take you as my own. His own.