I followed along in my prayer book as the service progressed, on high alert for the arrival of the inspiration that was surely imminent. Maybe on the next page? Woven between the notes of the next melody? But alas, I left feeling … the same.
Passover is probably the most famous Jewish holiday of the year. Millennia later, this special day of the 11th of Nissan brought forth a new energy of freedom.
I don’t recall ever seeing anything about pajamas in the Haggadah. Am I missing anything?
