My Family’s Passover Meal

I walk through the kitchen, stop. I smell the aroma. I walk to the stove, turn on the oven light, and see the cooking pot — my mouth wets with eagerness. My mother makes pot roast in the same cooking pot each time.

The deep, metal pot is covered with tinfoil. Carrots, onions, potatoes, and beef are inside. The key is the meat, in my opinion. The rest of the food is cooked and flavored in the beef’s juices.

My mother cooks pot roast for my family’s Passover Seder meal. The Passover is a Jewish holiday celebrating God freeing the Israelites from slavery in Egypt. It was also Jesus’ last supper with his disciples.

In the Old Testament, the LORD told the ancient Israelites to slaughter a lamb and mark the doorframes of their house with its blood. So when God went through the land to strike down the Egyptians, he would see the blood and “pass over” the doorway.

My family isn’t Jewish, but we celebrate the Passover to remember God’s deliverance and love. My family — my mother, my father, and my brothers — eat the Passover Seder together.

Before we eat, my mother reads a traditional prayer a Jewish hostess would recite.

“Blessed are you, O Lord God, King of the universe, who has kept us alive and sustained us and brought us to this season,” she says. “May our home be consecrated O God, by the light of your countenance shining upon us in the blessing and bringing us peace.”

I walk into the kitchen, my plate open and empty. The pot sits on the oven, and the tinfoil is gone. I heap my plate with carrots, onions, potatoes, beef, and use a ladle to pour the juice on my food.

I wipe butter across the potatoes, meat, and carrots. I eat different combinations of the food, experimenting with it — first, potatoes and carrots, then meat and folds of onion, now just a chunk of tender beef. My fork shreds the meat, and I realize I can easily separate the beef into little strips if I want.

We drink grape juice, which my 9-year-old brother mixed, from wine glasses like water towers.

We eat matzo during the Passover Seder. Matzo is unleavened bread, bread without yeast that looks like big sardine crackers. The Jews eat matzo to remember how their ancestors left Egypt: the ancient Israelites left Egypt in haste and didn’t have time to let their bread rise.

During the Last Supper, Jesus would have blessed matzo, broken it, and given it to his disciples and said, “Take and eat … this is my body.”

Pot roast has a sacredness for me … it’s what my family eats for the Passover meal. During this meal, I’m reminded of God’s mercy and power. It’s like taking communion at church.

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  1. Our family does a similar passover celebration, and it evokes the same feelings for me. Love the idea of sacredness and communion – so special at Easter.

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  2. Couldn’t have said it better myself.

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