Last night was the first night of
Passover. I've always loved Passover, the ritual, the storytelling, the communal experience. I've talked here before about the nature of my faith, that it's a continuumI will often go from being an atheist to an agnostic to a believer and back in a very short amount of time. I am, I think, more often than not an
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This was wonderful, and (for me) very enlightening.
Thank you for sharing it (and through it, Passover), with us, your readers.
**hugs**
PS: We missed you tonight. :-)
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I don't think one can believe and *not* have a stormy relationship with deity. An Islamic acquaintance of mine frequently has shouting matches with 'my Allah.' I've referred to my sundry deities in ways that don't bear repetition in a polite livejournal. Too many unanswered questions, and we're supposed to just accept? Actually, I'm not sure that we are. Questioning is the heart of faith, once one's been through a certain amount of living.
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Amen, sister!
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You should hear me shout when I get "signs". *NEXT TIME SEND CLEAR INSTRUCTIONS!!!!* Nothing gets me angrier. :)
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Your "waiting in anticipation" story reminded me of how much I enjoy the moment before *anything*, often more than the occurrence of the *anything* itself. The moment the lights are dimming in the theatre. The arrival of the menu at the restaurant. The train almost imperceptibly pulling away from the station. Such are life moments just before the door is opened for Elijah.
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But of course! I love singing "Eliyahu Hanavi"; it's such a haunting melody.
Your "waiting in anticipation" story reminded me of how much I enjoy the moment before *anything* . . . The moment the lights are dimming in the theatre.
Oh, I know that feeling. I love that feeling. Don't get to experience it nearly enough.
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