What a strange Passover day for the girl who isn’t Jewish… A few days ago I wrote a piece about my admiration for and participation in the Jewish holy days, and about Passover in particular. I talked about God passing over the houses of the Jews and letting their firstborn sons live, while taking the firstborns of all other homes. I talked about how, centuries later, the Jews still celebrate their good fortune, even while in a sea of abuse by other humans, and about how much I love and respect that tradition. And the next day, Passover, I was quiet and contemplative and appreciative for my own good fortune.
In the many years of Seders and the many more without them, I’ve never heard this one, “Every Passover, ask yourself what you can pass over for the benefit of another – even a tree.” Thank you!