Hope in Haste

For four hundred years (or a for a very long time), the Hebrews were slaves to the Pharaohs of Egypt.

Days, weeks, months, years of hopelessness and fatigue -- both emotional and physical -- pursued them. 

And then overnight, like in a dream, carrying the faith of their ancestors on their shoulders, the multitude ran from the bitterness of Egypt into the dawn of a free-flowing morning.

In haste . . .

Passover expresses the hopefulness that emerges often in haste. In a blink of an eye, sorrow turns to joy. Unexpected miracles arrive without precedence. A mother’s womb opens to a promise of conception. A new idea concretizes in our mind. A beautiful sight appears as we turn the bend.

In haste . . . 

We left our past in haste but we linger in joy as we instill the sweet seder memories for our future generations.

Please share your stories of "Hope in Haste" as we gather our belongings to enter into the next chapter of liberation.