God seems to like making my Sunday school lessons real and experiential. I am not complaining, don’t get me wrong. Just laughing at myself, that I still never expect it. Why would this Passover be any different from the others?
Our family had an exciting week leading up to Passover. Richard was supposed to leave Monday night for Atlanta, but after a long night in the airport waiting out tornadoes in the south, had to cancel his trip and come home. I had the ominous feeling something was brewing.
It was. Tuesday I was sick with what seemed like the flu and could not get out of bed. This snowballed quickly by Wednesday into a fever, to a doctor’s visit, to a chest x-ray, to an emergency cat scan, to the ER, to being admitted to the hospital with a severe case of pneumonia. Although, thankfully, I never felt as ill as I actually was, it still took quite a toll on us all.
I couldn’t help feeling God’s hand in the timing of having our priorities made clear for us. I think of Passover as the time to take a good look at what we are enslaved to in our lives and make an attempt to set ourselves free from those things. Our family had a very hands on education about the things we need to let go of, and the things we have to hold tightly to. It is still always surprising to me, how many things I get tricked into thinking are important along the way. Things that really don’t matter when the chips are down.
I think Moshe comes to each one of us in some form at Passover and invites us to follow him out of our slavery into the desert to freedom. The Midrash reports that many Jews did not follow Moshe and actually chose to stay in Egypt in bondage. I wonder if sometimes it is so hard to recognize that we are enslaved. When Moshe comes knocking we just don’t recognize the call for what it is.
Pneumonia is not what I would have considered a way out of slavery. But it in fact turned out to be just that.
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Hello there, Micheaux (I hope I’ve spelled your name right-such a beautiful family name to botch up)
I am your cousin Heather Lewis (Jack and Dorothy’s daughter) from Maine, and have just learned from your mom that you all may be moving to the Portland area. Just wanted to reach out to you as you go through this life changing event! I’ve lived in southern coastal Maine for twenty years and still pinch myself as I go over a hill and see that majestic blue horizon line where ocean meets sky. It is gorgeous here and a constant inspiration for my paintings and studio art teaching. I know the area very well and can help you with questions as you zero-in on where to live. Mainly, I would suggest Southern Maine. The northern area is quite beautiful, but a bit depressed. Portsmouth, New Hampshire is also a fabulous place to check-out and an easy commute to Portland (45mins?). I so look forward to meeting you and your family again, and wish you all the best in this exciting new chapter. Please feel free to get in touch. Best Wishes- Heather 207/351-6509