We start our journey together: we were all slaves.  Our obligation is to tell our story. וּלְמַעַן תְּסַפֵּר בְּאָזְנֵי בִנְךָ וּבֶן-בִּנְךָ, אֵת אֲשֶׁר הִתְעַלַּלְתִּי בְּמִצְרַיִם, וְאֶת-אֹתֹתַי, אֲשֶׁר-שַׂמְתִּי בָם; וִידַעְתֶּם, כִּי-אֲנִי יְהוָה (Exodus 10:2) “In order that you (singular) may tell your child and your grandchild the things I have done in Egypt, and the signs that I have done among them, that you (plural) may know that I am the Lord.” Our history is continually intertwined.  “One individual telling the story...

Imagine the middle matzah, unbroken, in your hands.  This is your true self.  It is whole: combines your positive attributes with those you see as negative, your good intentions and where you miss the mark, your happiness along with your sadness, celebration with mourning.  Now, break it in half.  Feel your negative self and your imperfections fall as the crumbs of the matzah crumble to the plate.  You have given permission for these pieces to be free.  They might seem small...

It is at this point when we ask the youngest to read or sing the four statements.  The one question that we ask is “Why is this night different from all other nights?”  And, with that, we welcome all questions from all guests.  We ask, or answer, in a language understood to all.  At our table we include Yiddish, Spanish, Hebrew, English and Dr. Seuss-ish.  This is a table of asking and answering. Here are my four questions: How do I...

לְשָׁנָה הַבָּאָה בִּירוּשָׁלָֽיִם L’shana haba-ah biy’rushalayim NEXT YEAR IN JERUSALEM!