This Easter season, my family decided to celebrate a rudimentary version of a Passover Seder. It wasn’t orthodox by any means (our discount grocery store didn’t carry lamb, so we had pork loin), but we ate foods symbolic of the Exodus and, with an Internet connection at hand, explained the significance of each and our liberation through Christ’s sacrifice. It was a spiritually-rich evening for us and our kids, but ever since then, one phrase from the Haggadah has been ringing continually in my soul.
Once we were slaves. Now we are free.