Slinking into Passover

I was once taught that the Jewish calendar is like a slinky. If you follow a slinky, each rotation of the wire is a year, connected to the prior year and the following, while each rung sits atop the other. We go round and round, cycling the same year, but in a slightly different place in our life, one rung atop each other.
A year ago, Rachel and I were sitting around our Seder table, just us, with a computer in front of us, celebrating a seder with our family states away. In some ways, it was a blessing, being with family that even in a perfect year we would not have been with; in other ways, we did not have any idea of the future year. Indeed, we did not have a picture of the coming night – a Tornado warning on the first night of Passover.
This year, our seder table is growing, as we join my in-laws’ table and have a joy-filled celebration of four! Who would have guessed that a seder of four would seem like such growth from a year ago? Despite the table’s size, it is the meaning of this seder that is growing on me. It is a true sense of freedom, a true sense of growth, and breaking through barriers.
This year we arrive at the Passover story; it is the story of the underdog taking control and going forth to freedom. It is the story of the powerless seizing what little power they have and pushing the limit to reach new heights. It is the story of young Moses stepping up and being challenged, pushing for transformation, and creating change.
As we arrive at Passover this year, we realize the remaining chains shackling down the hope for tomorrow. Yet, the story of Passover repeats itself in our day. This year, this Passover, we are on the precipice of freedom. Just as a youthful Moses was destined to do, we have a chance to shed shackles of restraint and create opportunities for growth and joy. The story of Passover is ever-present in our lives today. This year may our seders be filled with not only the ancient story of Passover, but may they also be filled with our modern tales of creating freedom. May we help to write the newest version of the Haggadah, the latest version of our story of freedom, the latest rung on our slinky of the Jewish calendar.