Each year at the Passover seder, we recount the Exodus of the Israelites from Mitzrayim (the narrow place) to freedom in the Land of Milk and Honey. And, every year, I ask myself if it really happened, and I decide it doesn’t matter. What matters instead is the retelling of the story, year after year, generation after generation. With the act of retelling we remember, we reimagine, and we try to empathize and feel in our bodies and hearts what might have happened.
Since the story might not be true, the deep structure of the Passover seder emphasizes a paradox between myth and questioning. On Passover, we are not meant to prioritize fact or outcome but, rather, to consider the importance of the process and the journey. Each year, we contemplate the significance of the effort it takes to resist oppression and the hard realization that not everyone is free. [Read more…]