This Seder Is Holy Ground

What makes a space holy?

 

Perhaps history creates holiness.

Maybe it’s in a glade surrounded by trees where centuries of wise woman spoke words of connection and mystery.

 

Perhaps it’s accidental.  Maybe it’s in lower Manhattan where thousands died and buildings fell and we all still go to cry and remember.

But what if the holiness is intentional,

Created on purpose by us,

as a holy separation?

 

Imagine that I have a table with nothing on it,

Empty of content and meaning.

But then I take a glass and turn it upside down

And declare,

“Everything inside that glass is kadosh, holy and

Everything outside that glass is khol, mundane”

And you agree with me,

Then is that so?

And if I pick up the glass, does the holy air inside become everyday odorless gas?

 

So perhaps today we can place a glass over ourselves,

Right here in this room where history and accident have us sitting around a table at this unholy moment in time.

So together, let us declare,

‘We are part of a holy ancient story that is happening right now!

We are asking ancient and brand new holy questions, and

The air we breathe is holy air and

This is holy ground.’

Amen