So here we are. The "virtual" Seder. It's weird. It's allowed to feel weird. 

We love each other enough to gather through and past the weirdness. We love each other enough to protect one another's health by staying apart. But it's weird.

The word “Mitzrayim” means Egypt. It also means the narrow, squeezed, or confined place. This year, for the first time in our lives, we experience Passover from Mitzrayim.

The rabbis tell us we’re supposed to experience the Seder as if we ourselves are slaves in Mitzrayim; that we’re supposed to journey, this evening, from captivity to liberation. This, then, may be the truest Seder we have ever had.

Not eating chametz—bread—during Passover is supposed to teach us that we can do without life’s basics when we have to. This, too, is true for us now.


haggadah Section: Introduction