Last night I got together with some friends for my first ever Passover celebration. None of us are Jewish, but in the interest of expanding our horizons and whatnot, we decided to go for it.
My sweet friend Katherine hosted our gathering, and she and Erika cooked. The food was wonderful: matzo balls, asparagus, apple salad, pitas and hummus, cauliflower, and roasted potatoes. There was lamb as well, but I drew the line there. (Side note: I'm not especially picky about food, but something about lamb just totally throws me... I just can't shake the vision of a lamb straight out of a Precious Moments figurine lying there on my plate.) We even went through the ceremony, which included chewing bitter herbs and drinking lots of wine.
I'm sure it wasn't a dead-on observation of Passover, but we gave it the ol' college try. We didn't have exactly all of the right food, and the pronunciation of the ceremony was surely off, but it was fun nevertheless.
Whether our dinner was worthy of a Jewish family or not, the experience was perfect. I find myself so thankful to have experienced a ritual of God's chosen people and to have been adopted into that people through Christ's sacrifice-- God's own spotless lamb. It was exactly the adjustment my perspective needed as we go through Holy Week.
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