The story of passover, Pesach, will be told at Jewish homes around the world tomorrow evening and the evening afterwards. As a young child, I was likely more excited to see my cousins. I don’t know that I grasped or truly considered the story of Passover and what it meant. I have children. In spite of rules to the contrary, I bear there names on my body . . . their names are in a circle — they are my circle of life. They are my family — my “mishpacha”:
I bear that word beneath their names . . .
The story of Passover is a story of our fight, the fight of my people, my ancestors and forefathers, from Abraham and Isaac to Rachel and Sarah and for centuries beyond to fight and overcome those who are out to hurt us. I have fought many battles . . . I will continue.
On Passover, I hope that my children remember that through history we have overcome adversity. As it is written in Deuteronomy 20:
When you go to war against your enemies and see horses and chariots and an army greater than yours, do not be afraid of them, because the LORD your God, who brought you up out of Egypt, will be with you. Whenyou are about to go into battle, the priest shall come forward and address the army. He shall say: “Hear, O Israel, today you are going into battle against your enemies. Do not be fainthearted or afraid; do not beterrified or give way to panic before them. For the LORD your God is the one who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies to give you victory.