Passover
by C.M. Hegg
Around this time of the year I am always asked by people who are new to Torah how to celebrate a Passover Seder. I have celebrated Passover my entire life and so the other day when I was asked this question I started to think of some of my favorite Passover memories. I started by trying to recall the earliest Passover I could remember. I think the earliest celebration I recall was in 1987 when the Messianic synagogue my family was attending rented a gym (I have no clue where) and had a congregational seder. I don’t remember much except playing tag with other kids after the meal, my mom helping with food in the kitchen that was attached to the gym, and Carol Cantrell (who later made aliyah) playing some songs on her guitar.
Throughout the years I have celebrated Passover in a lot of different settings. For a time the congregation I grew up in would rent the Officer’s Club on joint base Lewis-McChord. The congregation would sell tickets for $10 to cover the cost of the food, and the officer’s club would cater the Passover meal. Those were some of the fondest Passover memories as it seemed like a big deal with all the moving parts. There were somewhere around 100 people who would attend and there were always Christians who had never attended a Passover Seder that came to experience it for the first time. I felt like I was helping show first time Passover attendees a look into what Yeshua had done, and like I was sharing something totally awesome with them for the first time.
The Officer’s Club was also the location of the “Crouton Fiasco of 96” as we fondly call it. That’s when the catering chef had a laps in memory and put croutons on the salad, which of course is forbidden to eat on Passover because croutons contain leaven. My father realized the error after several tables had already gone through the food line. At the ripe age of 15, I took it upon myself to start yelling “don’t eat the salad! There’s croutons in the salad!” Of course the guests who were not Torah observant had no clue why some blond haired, high pitched, annoying teen was yelling about salad. In the end, the appetizer was remade and everyone got crouton free salad, but it's still one of the most remembered stories from past Passovers.
The Officer’s Club was also the location of the “Crouton Fiasco of 96” as we fondly call it. That’s when the catering chef had a laps in memory and put croutons on the salad, which of course is forbidden to eat on Passover because croutons contain leaven. My father realized the error after several tables had already gone through the food line. At the ripe age of 15, I took it upon myself to start yelling “don’t eat the salad! There’s croutons in the salad!” Of course the guests who were not Torah observant had no clue why some blond haired, high pitched, annoying teen was yelling about salad. In the end, the appetizer was remade and everyone got crouton free salad, but it's still one of the most remembered stories from past Passovers.
Eventually, the synagogue decided to start having Passover in individual homes instead of having a congregational seder. Another funny story that we always recall is when one of the elders at the synagogue had his children go to the door to call for Elijah the prophet, they opened the door and started calling “Eliyahu, Eliyahu.” Their young neighbor from a few houses down had been sent by his parents to drop something off. It just so happened his name was Elijah. The way our friend told the story was always hilarious, “they called for Eliyahu and someone called back ‘yes?’ and then Elijah appeared!”
