#BlogExodus: Spring

My alarm went off one day last week at its usual 5:40 am “Get up and go to the gym time.” I didn’t want to get up – not because I’d gone to bed late the night before (I had) but because it was cold in my bedroom. It was 20-something degrees outdoors. Not necessarily cold for March in the Northeast. Not cold at all compared to last winter. But this has been a mild winter and the grass had been slowly showing hints of returning from brown to green. And we had had an unseasonable spring / summer week the week before.

In the face of warming weather we’d gotten rid of the flannel sheets for the season. A few days earlier we had turned off the heat. Overnight it seemed, the cherry tree was blossoming by the side of the house, chives and daffodils had popped up by the side door, little purple flowers were blooming all over the front lawn. It was Spring! How dare the weather clock turn itself back to winter?

I wonder, as we move our way to Pesach – was this how the Israelites felt when they finally left Egypt? All those plagues. All those false promises of leaving Egypt. Then, finally, overnight it seemed, it was time to go. Pack what you can. Get rid of what you don’t need. (Remember to save the dolphin skins.) It was Spring; time to move on. And then Pharoah’s army was suddenly chasing behind them. How dare they try to turn the Israelite clock back to slavery from its new setting of freedom?

We know the story. A brave soul took the leap into the sea, the sea split, and Egypt was left behind. And as I looked out my window last week, the sun was shining, the grass was green, the flowers were still in bloom. Sure, it was 27 degrees out when I left for work, but Spring’s promise filled the world, just as Freedom’s promise is felt as we move through the first days of Nisan on our way to Pesach.

 

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About wallcough

Trying to find beauty and joy in the world around me . I am many things, among them a quilter, a knitter, and an incessant reader. There is not enough time for them all, so I jump in between them as the mood hits me. Professionally - a rabbi; a hospice chaplain.
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