Passover for the Impatient

My husband David and sundry other relatives will enjoy this.

A PASSOVER SERVICE FOR THE IMPATIENT.
By Michael Rubiner

Opening prayers:
Thanks, God, for creating wine. (Drink wine.)
Thanks for creating produce. (Eat parsley.)
Overview: Once we were slaves in Egypt. Now we’re free. That’s why we’re doing this.

Four questions:
1. What’s up with the matzoh?
2. What’s the deal with horseradish?
3. What’s with the dipping of the herbs?
4. What’s this whole slouching at the table business?

Answers:
1. When we left Egypt, we were in a hurry. There was no time for making decent bread.
2. Life was bitter, like horseradish.
3. It’s called symbolism.
4. Free people get to slouch.
A funny story: Once, these five rabbis talked all night, then it was morning. (Heat soup now.)
The four kinds of children and how to deal with them:

Wise child—explain Passover.
Simple child—explain Passover slowly.
Silent child—explain Passover loudly.
Wicked child—browbeat in front of the relatives.

Speaking of children: We hid some matzoh. Whoever finds it gets five bucks.
The story of Passover: It’s a long time ago. We’re slaves in Egypt. Pharaoh is a nightmare. We cry out for help. God brings plagues upon the Egyptians. We escape, bake some matzoh. God parts the Red Sea. We make it through; the Egyptians aren’t so lucky. We wander 40 years in the desert, eat manna, get the Torah, wind up in Israel, get a new temple, enjoy several years without being persecuted again. (Let brisket cool now.)

The 10 Plagues: Blood, Frogs, Lice—you name it.

The singing of “Dayenu”:
If God had gotten us out of Egypt and not punished our enemies, it would’ve been enough. If he’d punished our enemies and not parted the Red Sea, it would’ve been enough.

If he’d parted the Red Sea—(Remove gefilte fish from refrigerator now.)

Eat matzoh. Drink more wine. Slouch.

Thanks again, God, for everything.

SERVE MEAL.

Original: Michael Rubiner at Slate.

Swiped shamelessly from the comments section at Father Jake’s Place: Padre Mickey posted it.

The McDades Are Coming!

Through one of those felicitous Internet things, I just found out that Canadian Celtic/fusion band The McDades are coming to Chicago’s Abbey Pub, and my husband David and I might get to see them. I happened upon them at a Chicago Celtic Fest a couple of years ago, bought the CD, and have enjoyed it on my iPod and now iPhone ever since. Comments on that post are closed (I should think about re-opening old comments…), but one of them contacted David, probably by doing a whois.

Anyway, we might get to go, if things work out. They have a Facebook page too, so I signed on as a “fan of the McDades” and all that.

Here’s the particulars:

Concert Details:
Date: Tuesday, Apr 22
Venue: The Abbey Pub (3420 West Grace St)
Tickets: 773-478-4408
Doors: 7:00
Show Time: 8:00
The McDades: 9:15

MySpace.com – The McDades – CA – Roots Music / Jam Band / Jazz – www.myspace.com/themcdades

Wii bowling at the retirement home

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Today being the third Saturday of the month, some of us from the “nurturing” team at Holy Moly/St Nicholas were at Asbury Park for the ecumenical service we do. On my way in, I spotted this on the schedule board for the day: there we are at 10:30, in direct competition with the Wii Bowling.

And let me say, the Wii virtual bowlers were kicking ass and having a great time, from the sound of it.

We had a pretty good time too – Tim from choir showed up, so we “made a choir” and stood together. Finished with “Amazing Grace,” which I folked up a little when I heard Mary play a “blue note” on the digital organ in the intro. Tim sang the tenor part and we made a pretty good duet of it. One very dignified black lady almost whooped and hollered when Father Paul announced the hymn, it’s apparently a favorite of hers. So as we helped her out afterwards, she told us she loved it and looked forward to our monthly services so much. Really, it’s just a little thing, but the residents seem to appreciate our efforts so much – Mary was there on the electric piano, and this time we noticed that the heavy instrument had been moved and positioned so it had a great view of the front of the chapel. That was thoughtful, whoever did that. We’ve tried to move it, and it’s incredibly heavy.

We saw Richard, the guy who’s writing the kids’ story about a mousemonaut, and also the usual assortment of vintage ladies who seem to get a big kick out of our modest efforts.

I held the little silver doodad that holds the oil for anointing ( think it’s called chrism?) and was really moved by the first two, who held each other up in the most loving way as they approached. I couldn’t help but wonder if our attendance was down because of the nice spring weather we’re finally having, and whether the folks that were there got many visitors. A lot of the prayers and collects that Fr. Paul uses in putting together the short liturgy mention the lonely and the ill, along with the poor and the oppressed.

It’s always humbling to assist, and we make a point of going to where people are sitting in the chapel if they can’t come forward. Most of the residents get around pretty well, but a few people like to settle in one place. Before we started one of our regulars told me she’d like us to serve her at her chair; I chuckled and said “Don’t worry, we deliver.” But then she was able to get up and come forward, rather than wait. Really touching.

I always get charged up at these deals, and today was no exception. Next month, we have to do something different as Fr. Paul can’t be there.
Via: Flickr Title: Wii bowling at the retirement home By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 19 Apr ’08, 5.23pm CDT PST