Of all the Jewish holidays that
have endured through the secular revolution, Pesach may be the most popular. Jews of
every shade of religious observance all over the world gather in homes to
celebrate it with the traditional Pesach seder meal, during which the story of
the exodus from Egypt, and the lessons to be learnt therefrom, is told.
It is curious that this rather
peculiar holiday should have survived. One wonders what it is all about? We are
commanded to remember. “In every generation every person is obligated to see
himself as if he (himself) went out from Egypt.” Why? Because freedom is to be
appreciated, savored, and guarded – never to be taken for granted. Freedom is
at the core of our being. To appreciate one’s freedom is to appreciate what
those who are enslaved must feel. To be a Jew who appreciates freedom is to be
a Jew who treats the stranger well because the Jew was once (and again) “a
stranger in a strange land.”
And so we gather, eat smooze and
remember. But, although we are supposed to imagine ourselves as the liberated
slaves of Egypt, in truth that is not all of it or even most of it. In celebrating
Pesach we create our own valuable memories. We remember the remembering
because we do it together as families and friends. We are supposed to focus on
the children. They will remember the food, the songs, the warmth. And, in time,
so will their children.
To the narrative of the proverbial
exodus we add the family narrative. We plant roots that will sprout strong
trees in every generation committed to the defense and maintenance of freedom.