In Every Generation

This is the bread of affliction that our fathers ate in the land of Egypt. Whoever is hungry, let him come and eat; whoever is in need, let him come and conduct the Seder of Passover. This year we are here; next year in the land of Israel. This year we are slaves; next year we will be free.

At least in Iraq, Passover came early this year. It's hard to go through a seder without being struck at how timely its message of release from bondage is. Oppression will come to an end: slaves will be redeemed, tyrants and their armies swallowed under the sea.

I mostly got chuckles for mentioning this at the seder last night, but I do think the connection is worth noting. Last year, I mostly got chuckles for complaining about the political overtones wrapped up in "Next year in Jerusalem!" but I thought that one was worth mentioning, too. The haggadah is remarkable that way: every year, something remarkably current jumps out of it.

Of course, after the Exodus come forty years of wandering in the desert . . .