The Lord spoke to Moses in the Desert of Sinai in the first month, saying: Have the Israelites celebrate the Passover. Here they are, barely freed from Egypt, and God insists on celebrating the very liberation they've just experienced. They haven't even reached the Promised Land yet, but they're already marking the moment they left slavery. I think remembrance is deeply underrated. We want to move forward, to focus on the future, to avoid dwelling in the past. But the Israelites are told: practice this every year. Keep telling the story. Keep commemorating the moment God broke your chains. I started taking my kids back to the church where I became a Christian. We don't live there anymore. We visit once a year, and we walk through the building. I show them the nursery, the youth room, the sanctuary. I tell them: this is where I first said yes to Jesus. This is where my whole life changed. My oldest rolled her eyes once. "Mom, we know. You've told us a hundred times." But I keep doing it anyway. Some stories are worth retelling. Some moments deserve to be commemorated annually. Some liberations demand to be remembered.
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