Monday, 7 May 2012

Shabbath; Celebration of Freedom

Boker Tov:
Even today, around the world, there are countries have never heard of or athear to a five or six day a week. From sun up to sun down, seven days a week, there are men, women and children who have to work. They may not even get an vacation to rest their tired minds, souls and spirits.
This was life for the Hebrew slaves of Egypt.
In Egypt, there was no such thing as a day of rest. Pharaoh, the god of Egypt demanded a daily offering of bend, sweatly backs as an offering, the cries of slaves being whipped as a song of praise.
When the G_D of Abraham, Issac and Yacob send Moshe and Aron to Pharaoh with the command, "Let My People Go," was in part for that the Hebrews would be free to worship their G_D without the shadow of Egypt over them.
Interesting, Pharaoh, son of the Sun-god Ra, didn't wish to share his glory with the G_D of the Universe either.
So the battle of the gods was on. And if you know the story, you know Who won.
Centuries later, we Hebrews still remember our deliverance. Not just on Passover, but weekly, on Shabbat. For on this night, we remember and celebrate the night we left Egypt as a people. We left the chains and whips and mud pits behind and headed for the Land flowing with Milk and Honey.
In our home, this is part of our celebration. I often make a honey cake, to remember the promise of the Land we were brought to. And to remember the goodness, the sweetness, the faithfulness of the G_D we serve and love.
Once a week, beginning Sundown Friday to Sundown Saturday, we break away from the work week. We remove work clothes and wash off the grim of labour and gathering with family, friends and the Holy One, for twenty-hours, there are no dead-lines, meetings computers, school books, cars or phones.
Or mud pits.

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