It is a long journey into the two nights of questioning, but with no other place to be, an overflowing food buffet, and an abundance of wine and grape juice, my family celebrated the blessing of Passover togetherness.
As we entered the Exodus story, the grandchildren performed an impromptu play and became the Hebrew slaves who invaded Pharaoh’s palace. Moses and Aaron led the “Occupy the Palace” protest.
Moses (played by Ilana, my nine year old granddaughter who was costumed in a flowing robe, a magic stick, and last year’s rubber snake) entreated Pharaoh in Biblical style: “Let my people go!” Seconds later, three-year-old Benjamin moved towards Sivan, the twelve-year-old Pharaoh, with a voice that reached to Egypt and beyond, repeated the mantra: “Let my people go!”
Soon, the masses (all 12 children present) followed Benjamin’s call for freedom, and within minutes, Pharaoh relinquished control over his slaves with the final command: “Go! Get out of my sight!”
Hallelujah! Together we fled the land of our constriction and misery, and together we crossed over the Red Sea and sang the final song of gratitude. Next year let us be together again in freedom.