#BlogExodus 14: Being

As Passover starts tonight, I want to take this opportunity to remind us all that in the end...it is a holiday of celebration and joy.

No matter how much cleaning we do.
No matter how many batches of gefilte fish or matzah balls we make.
No matter how many times the wine is spilled.
No matter how many times we shush our chatty uncles.
No matter how many times we ask "when do we eat?"
No matter how many meals we plan or snacks we create or outings we plan.

No matter what we do to prepare....now that the holiday is upon us....

it's time to just BE.

Be in the moment of the Seder. As you sit at your seder table, just take a deep breath and look around. Revel in the now, in the doing, in the being. THIS moment will never happen again, quite like this, in quite this way.

On Seder night we stand on the precipice of great change, of great transformation. 
The moon is full, our way is lit, we are ready for a monumental journey.

Don't forget to enjoy it. Don't forget to just....be.

If you've played along with #BlogExodus these 2 weeks, I hope you've been uplifted and inspired. Wishing you and yours a zissen Pesach, a sweet and healthy Passover holiday!

#BlogExodus 13: Changing

The egg is placed on the Seder plate. But it doesn't have its own liturgy, or its own tradition. It doesn't have a song about it or a story that we tell.

But it has such a remarkable place in our saga of resilience and transformation.

When placed in boiling water, the egg becomes firm. When faced with adversity, we must strengthen ourselves. When placed in boiling water, the egg becomes portable, usable, and different. When faced with adversity, the Jews have been strong, we have transported and transformed ourselves. We have adapted and changed.

My family makes these Sephardic eggs for Passover, known as huevos haminados.

I think they are beautiful.

This year, for the first time, this happened:

I found the internal change to the eggs to be amazing. Beautiful.
It reminded me of this powerful lesson that the egg represents.
We have the power within ourselves to face boiling water and come out even more beautiful. Transformation and change can be painful, no question.

Sometimes it isn't our choice. Sometimes we fight and kick and scream against the water.
But either way, we are changed. We are transformed. And it leaves a mark.

How beautiful that mark is....that is up to us.

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#BlogExodus 12: Redeeming

I was redeemed from Egypt.

It's hard to imagine that, isn't it? I know that we say it every year, I know that general Jewish practice teaches us to believe that we all crossed the Red Sea, we all stood at Sinai.

Some days I have no trouble envisioning it.
But other days? My imagination is a bit overtaxed and I'm not quite there.

So I let my mind wander to other forms of redemption.
I went to the library this week and picked up books for my kids along the lines of redemption stories. 

The Underground Railroad
Rosa Parks
The Civil Rights movement

These are also ancient history to my children. To them, anything that happened before they were born is ancient! But if I'm having a little trouble seeing myself in the Exodus, maybe they are too. So I need to find other stories to tell them, other journeys to recount. I need to broaden their horizons...so I can broaden my own. If I spend my time coming up with new redemption stories...it's not just for their benefit. It's for my own too.

Redemption. It's not just from Egypt.
But sometimes we need a reminder that redemption takes other forms as well.

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#BlogExodus 11: Counting

Reposted from last year's #BlogExodus

The conversation today turned to numbers.
How many people will be at our Seder?

Passover is so full of numbers.
I keep track of how many boxes of matzah to buy.
How many meals will we eat?
How many kugels will my mom make? (And how many will we eat!?)

And then there's the seder itself....the four questions, the four cups, the ten plagues...

So many Israelites came out of Egypt. Six hundred thousand.
Imagine each and every one of them.
Sons and brothers and fathers and uncles and grandfathers and daughters and sisters and mothers and aunts and grandmothers.
Each person who came out of Egypt existed in relation to someone else.
Each person who came out of Egypt mattered.
Each person who came out of Egypt counted.

And the same is true with us.
Each person who sits at a Seder table is a part of a relationship with another human being.
Each person who sits at a Seder table matters.
Each person counts.

As you set your table, as you prepare your menu, as you count out each piece of matzah....
think of all the billions of humans in the world....
how can you make a difference to just one?

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#BlogExodus 10: Leaving

The Exodus is all about leaving slavery behind. 
It's all about moving forward and stepping out into the great unknown.

It's a scary idea, really.
Who likes leaving?

And yet we celebrate it. We lift it up.
We praise it and sing songs about it.
Going forth from Egypt is just a fancy way of saying that we're leaving town.

One of my favorite readings in Mishkan Tefillah is this one from Rabbi Norman Hirsch:


Once or Twice in a lifetime,
A man or woman may choose
A radical leaving, having heard
Lech Lecha...Go forth.
God disturbs us toward our destiny
By hard events and by freedom's now urgent voice
Which explode and confirm who we are.
We don't like leaving.
But God loves becoming.

It reminds me that as much as I would rather stay put, sometimes moving forward is the only way to go.
We don't like leaving.
But God loves becoming...

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#BlogExodus 9: Asking

If my family were leaving Egypt today...
What do you mean, we aren't going to be slaves any more?
What should we pack?
What do you mean, we aren't coming back here?
Where will we live?
What will we do?
What will we eat?
Who will tell us what to do?
Where are we going?
Did we pack enough flour?
Where did my doll go?
How come the baby gets to ride in the cart but I have to walk?
What's happening?
I can't see. Can you lift me up?
Who is speaking to us?
Where did the water go?
Can you see the fish?
May I please have a drink?
Why are we singing?
Can I dance too?
Are we free now?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
What's next?

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#BlogExodus 8: Learning

What will you learn that is new for this year?

Perhaps a new recipe?

A new melody for a favorite song?

A new Haggadah?

A new story?

What I love about Judaism is that there's always something new to learn.

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#blogExodus 7: Blessing

This past weekend, my congregation honored me for my 10th anniversary as their associate rabbi. It was pretty remarkable to be celebrated for the work I've done for this past decade. Let's be honest here, it's a rare thing when people tell you how wonderful they think you are when you're not retiring, dying, or leaving. It's also pretty amazing that there was such an outpouring of love for me, the associate rabbi. I really and truly was overwhelmed.

It does seem quite fitting that today's topic is "blessing."

I use this word a lot. I know that my life is full of blessings. I answer the question "how's everything?" with "thank God, my life's a blessing." 

In June of 2008, I wrote a "Six Word Memoir."

Since then, they've become mighty popular around my shul.

My memoir? Blessings abound. It's not over yet.

I like it. It's a good personal motto.

One of the most incredible things that happened this weekend was this gift:

It's a tallit, made from my children's clothing. With my six-word memoir as the atarah.
A gift from my senior rabbi, presented to me on the bima on Friday night.

To say that I was speechless is perhaps an understatement.

It's one thing to talk about blessings. It's another one to receive them from others.
I feel so incredibly lucky to have shared ten years of blessing with this congregation, and I look forward to many many more.
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#blogExodus 5: Matzah

Why did the matzah quit his job? Because he didn't get a raise.

Recipe for Matzah Toffee....this is just how I make it.


How to make your own matzah.

Meet the Matzo Ball Boy...

What's the difference between Matzah and Cardboard?
Cardboard doesn't leave crumbs on the rug.

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#BlogExodus 4: Chametz

fluffy
puffy
full of life

inflated
excited
enthusiastic

bouncy




standing out


chametz is 
full of
energy
full of life.


it is who we are.


but we 
almost
never think
about it.


except for
one
week.

when we give it up.

and yet
it's 
all
that
we
can
think
about
all week long.

and so
we appreciate it
all
the
more.


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#BlogExodus 3: Slavery

Rabbi Ed Feinstein tells a story about two men amongst the Israelites who left Egypt. They were accustomed to looking down at the ground, like good slaves do. 


When the Red Sea parted and the Jews walked through on dry land, one of these men asked the other what he saw. "Mud," was the reply. The two agreed. "What is all this freedom business?" they asked each other. "We had mud in Egypt. What's the difference?"

Then these same two men came to stand at Sinai with the rest of the people. They heard the words of the commandments and one asked the other what he heard. "Someone shouting commands," was the reply. The two agreed. "What's all this Torah business?" they asked each other. "We had commands in Egypt. What's the difference here?"

The same men continued to wander in the desert with the rest of the Israelites. As the time came to enter the Promised Land, one asked the other how he felt. "My feet hurt," was the reply. The two agreed. "What's all this Promised Land business?" they asked each other. "My feet hurt in Egypt, my feet hurt now. What's the difference here?"

And so they missed the miracle of the Sea, they missed the revelation at Sinai, they even missed the celebration of entering our own land. Some say that they went back to Egypt. Some say that they continue to wander around the desert and complain. 

And, Rabbi Feinstein concludes, some say that they are still among us -- "living right here and now, wandering about with their eyes cast down, missing all the miracles that are taking place around them all the time. They haven't any idea where they're going. And they continue to miss all the many chances to know what life is all about." (Story adapted from Capturing the Moon, by Rabbi Ed Feinstein, one of my favorite story books!)

Have you ever found yourself walking around in this kind of daze? Do we forget to notice the blessings in our lives? It wasn't enough just to free us from the physical bonds of slavery. There were and still are mental bonds from which we must free ourselves. Freedom is a gift that we sometimes take for granted, forgetting that with it comes the responsibility to not only appreciate it, but to revel in it. Passover comes along to remind us of it, and to remind us of our greater responsibility in the world. Yes, we celebrate freedom when others are not free. We do so in order to remind ourselves that freedom is worth having, worth celebrating, and worth fighting for on behalf of all peoples in the world. 

Other posts you might like:
Busy Being Busy
Musings on Mitzrayim 
Enslaved
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#BlogExodus 2: Retelling

It's the same story.

Every. Year.

But we don't get tired of it. Why not?

My children love to look at the family photo albums. They love to recall what they looked like, what they were wearing, what they were doing. I watch them, as they sit enthralled with their own images of their own history...and I marvel at how far they've come.

On the eve of Passover, we open up our family photo albums. We relive and retell the stories of what we looked like, what we were wearing, what we were eating, what we were feeling and believing and knowing and doing.

We refresh our memory of those days when we were slaves, and we recall what it was like to feel that first breath of freedom. In the remembering and the retelling, each time we find something new. Each time we notice a detail in the photographs that we hadn't seen before, or we hadn't noticed last year. Each time we come to the memory with the experiences of the past year. We are not the same people who told this story last year...so it is not the same story.

We retell and retell, and each time, we bring to life the ancient story.
The albums get a little stained, the pictures get a little bit faded.
But as we read through the story, as we tell our tales, they crisp up into focus, the tattered edges become whole again, and the story returns to life. 

In the retelling, there is life.

on Seder night...
matzah crumbs
horseradish stains
wine drops
parsley blooms 

salty tears
same old jokes
same old stories 

like a well-worn sweater
not ready for Goodwill yet.
add a little flower and it's like new again. 

on Seder night, we come home again each year...

(poem once posted here) 

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#BlogExodus 1: Believing

Belief.
It had to carry us so far.
Imagine...being a slave for as long as your family can remember...and then one day being told that you're going to be redeemed. By an unseen God. That you barely remember.

Now imagine being told that you're escaping...that freedom is on the horizon.

To believe that you will be saved is one thing. To actually experience it is another.
And to be thwarted almost immediately by the waters stretched before you? It's almost more than one can bear.

But the story of Nachshon....ah, now there's a story of belief.
Did he believe in God? Did he believe in freedom?
Did he believe in the strength of his own will?

Yes.

And as the story goes, he stepped one foot into the water, and then a few more steps and a few more, until the water was rising higher and higher around him...and just as the water was about to swallow him up, this newly-former slave who so firmly believed in freedom that he was willing to drown for it, just then...the waters parted.

Did he make it happen? Did Nachshon believe God into doing something?

Or did God finally begin to believe in us?

When Nachshon stepped forward, when his belief in the truth that freedom was far preferable to slavery finally came fully into being, perhaps then God believed that yes, this people would be able to cast off those burdens. Yes, those people would be able to become the great nation that would stand at Sinai.

Bumps in the road? Sure.
But God could see that the potential for belief was in us.

God redeemed us from Egypt. But it was a two-way partnership.
Once we believed it to be so, the partnering was real.


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Chanukah Gift For You!

You didn't know you needed this, but here is a Chanukah gift for you!
(isn't that the best kind of gift, one you didn't know you needed?)

These are Chanukah backgrounds and lockscreens for your iPhone 4 & 5.
All you have to do is open this blog on your iPhone, tap-hold on the picture that you want, and save it to your Camera Roll. Then you can choose to "Use as Wallpaper" and choose "set lock screen" or "set home screen." (If you're using your computer, you can right-click and save these pictures and email them to yourself and open them on your phone.)

It's a fun way to make your phone a festive reminder of the holiday.

For your iPhone 4:

Wallpaper (Homescreen)

 Lock-Screen - see this happy message each time you unlock your phone!

 Another Wallpaper for your iPhone:

And for the iPhone 5: (This is for YOU, Mom and Dad...)

(Stay tuned for Tu BiShevat, Purim, and Pesach wallpapers in the coming months!)

Happy Chanukah to all my wonderful readers!

Chanukah Fun from Am Shalom

We had so much fun making this video for Chanukah this year!

Refresh your knowledge of placing the candles in your Chanukiyah, hear the blessings, sing along with our religious school students, and hear a (sorta) funny joke!

What's Next? #BlogExodus

As #BlogExodus comes to a close, I ask the question...what's next? So much energy and effort dedicated to the lead up to Passover, so much work put into creating those moments of the Seder. And then we live in it. For a week, we live with the matzah and the macaroons, the special Coke and the cream cheese. For a week we share a solidarity with Jews around the world, and we all enjoy a sense of family not really shared any other time of year in quite this way.

So how can we hold onto it? How can we continue that feeling of Jewish solidarity after the matzah crumbs are swept away?

Wishing you and your family a sweet and healthy Passover holiday!

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Whadaya know? #BlogExodus

One of my favorite parts of the Seder is the Four Questions.
This year, I've been working hard with Sam to help him learn them so he can have his big moment. I had to convince Yael that she could wait until next year and then she would have her turn.

We've added the following section to our seder before the Four Questions. I no longer have the source, but I didn't write this.

The eldest reads:

Nobel Prize winning physicist Isador Isaac Rabi's mother did not ask him: “What did you learn in school today?” each day. She asked him: “Did you ask a good question today?”

The oldest teenager reads:

Why do the same questions get asked each year? I probably have more questions than the youngest, why does a child ask the questions? How come we ask these questions, but you rarely give a straight answer?

The leader reads:

Questioning is a sign of freedom, and so we begin with questions.

To ritualize only one answer would be to deny that there can be many, often conflicting answers. To think that life is only black and white, or wine and Maror, bitter or sweet, or even that the cup is half empty or half full is to be enslaved to simplicity.

Each of us feels the challenge to search or our own answers. The ability to question is only the first stage of freedom. The search for answers is the next.

Does every question have an answer? Is the ability to function without having all the answers one more stage of liberation? Can we be enslaved to an obsessive search for the answer?

Do you have the answer?

What do you think about the Four Questions? Who asks them in your family? It's hard when there aren't any kids present, but someone has to ask the questions no matter how old the participants, since they are the basis for the whole Seder!