 We Jewish people cannot live without holidays. Alot of anti-Semites have accused us of being a sad nation. But you see, my dear friends, the foremost anti-Semite, brother Haman,
knew us better. He complained that he couldn't stand the Jews because they have so many holidays. In fact, every seventh
day is a holiday.
So a voice came from heaven and said, "Haman, brother, thank you so much.
Because of you, I'll add another holiday. "Pesach is exactly four weeks
after Purim. And the Gemara says that we are going from redemption (Purim)
to redemption (Pesach). We need redemption on two levels.
First, knowing that we Jews are here forever and G-d is here forever and
everything holy is here forever and loving people is forever and the Torah
is here forever and ever. Then there is one more level, just knowing that no
one is master without G-d.
So Purim, as I celebrate my eternity, it will give me the strength to
celebrate Pesach with the utmost freedom, without any master over me. I
shall be only a servant of G-d. Purim, I am redeemed from the slavery of
Time. We Jews are here forever. On Pesach, I am redeemed from the slavery of
civilization, of ideas, of people, even of my own ideas and even of my own
past. Seder night we are in Jerusalem.
Everybody knows the first night of Pesach*;* clouds came and took us from
Egypt to Jerusalem. On Purim, what is shining into me is that I'm a Jew. On
Pesach, what is shining into me is that I'm a servant of G-d. Can't wait
for the real redemption, which is even deeper, Gut Yomtov!
*From Purim to Pesach*
Purim is just one day, one minute, light beyond vessels, drunk. On Pesach, I
have new vessels. Is there anything greater than the love of children for
their parents or parents for their children? Is there anything sweeter than
the questions of children? Seder night begins with children asking us the
deepest questions. And we don't really answer them. We just make the
questions deeper. We are just telling children that we have the same
questions all our lives.
The most terrible thing is that we keep pretending to our children that we
do know the answers. On Seder night we admit, I don't know either. But when
Elijah the Prophet comes he will answer all the questions - no, he will not
answer all the questions, but suddenly, in his presence, the questions will
disappear.
We have no vessels to feel the pain of homeless people. That is why we are
afraid to let them into our house. There is no peace in the world because we
don't have vessels for it. Yet on Pesach, the night of redemption, I have
vessels for the homeless and I invite them to my house. On Seder night,
hopefully, I have vessels to be one with my children. Let it be this year
that we will have vessels to help be one with the world.
There, is a matzo of this world and there is a matzo from heaven. The matzo
we eat at the beginning of the Seder is matzo from this world, matzo of the
earth. But at the end of the Seder, when our children bring us a piece of matzo, this is the matzo from heaven - the matzo which reaches so deep into us and makes us all into vessels to receive the light
of Elijah, the light of redemption.
Some of us don't even have vessels for our own souls. Do you know why we eat
blown up bread? Why our lives are so blown up? It is because we cannot see
the sadness of the poverty of the bread in our lives, so we need to blow it
up. Our children steal the matzo from us and bring it back to us later on,
They are telling us, gevalt, are you holy. Parents, do you know what you
could be to your children? Each time we console our children, when we take
care of them, we become their Elijah the Prophet. Each time we kiss our
children we are bringing the world closer to the Messiah. Seder night we are
giving over our Yiddishkeit to our children. Please be so careful to give
over the best to our children. We so often don't teach our children because
our Yiddishkeit has become blown up.
So many people don't believe in Israel anymore because they found the blown
up Israel. On Seder night we give over Yiddishkeit the way it really is. On
Seder night we fix our poor children who are turned off by blown up
Yiddishkeit. What a night, what a night of all nights! I wish you, brothers
and sisters, the most glorious, divine Seder. Much love, Shlomo
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