Holding a Jewish seder in an interfaith setting is challenging to put it mildly. Not so much from my perspective- I love to feed people..I’m the Jewish mother! The dance of decisions on which aspects of the “re-telling” to include and what to leave out are what I struggle with most. Many Christians have never experienced Pesach from a Jewish perspective- it is just another one of those “archaic ritual feasts made irrelevant by Easter”, or if they observe it at all, it is only to punctuate the emphasis on Christ’s Paschal fulfillment. Why put anyone off by dragging out the prayers and ceremonies until the wee hours of the morning? These are the thoughts that flutter around in my head like moths at a candle flame- all thoughts of how I might navigate my way through the evening without offending my family or surrendering my identity. Mercifully, my younger son phoned after everyone had left, so I couldn’t spend too much time worrying about where I had fallen short. I was also VERY grateful for Janis- who has an uncanny ability to pull threads of meaning and observance together, weaving them into the bonds of relationship- that fortress of friendship without which God would remain forever undiscovered.