Because I Like Tormenting Myself

So, today was a pretty full day for me, as it was for many of the people I know, a spring to the beginning of the Spring Holy Day season. Since I am a person who likes to comment drily and ironically about the events of my life from time to time, I thought this would be an appropriate place to comment a little bit about my day and the scattered randomness that filled my time from when my sleep was interrupted by one of my local church friends blowing up my phone with Facebook messages copyediting my post from last night [1] to the time when I returned home from Passover services to try to get some sleep given the early work I have for tomorrow’s marathon day before the Night To Be Much Observed.

In the morning and early afternoon I tried to do my normal errands, with the special tasks involved in finishing up cleaning before the Days of Unleavened Bread. I checked coursera in the hope that I could do a bit of studying for that, but both of my classes begin tomorrow, so that is going to be a different matter. I did some writing and cleaning to the music of “The Best of Keane [2],” managing to write a blog entry [3] and find my refund check from the state of Oregon for my state income taxes. I also managed to find my offertory envelopes, which is what I was looking for this morning after all, while pouring through my mail. It was nice to have the area around the loveseat where I spend my evenings reading and writing much cleaner and less cluttered, just before finishing the deleavening in the kitchen.

Once I had taken a shower I started my laundry, hoping to get that done a bit early, and then went out to do my errands and finish cleaning my car. First I went to my usual local grocery store with a $10 off coupon and proceeded to buy some food and some cleaning supplies (since I had to clean my toilet afterwards, not one of my favorite tasks but one that needed to be done). While I was there I looked for some unleavened bread, and not being able to find exactly what I was looking for, I asked one of the employees about it and she wanted me to go back to the bakery aisle, apparently thinking that I like to torment myself by being around what I’m not supposed to have. I then went to the credit union to deposit my state income tax return, and back to the library to drop off the book on Italian history that I read earlier this week [4] before returning home to finish the laundry and do a bit of reading before heading off to dinner and Passover.

When I headed off to dinner, I thought I had given myself plenty of time to get to Passover in a timely fashion, though in retrospect I should have made more sure where exactly I was going. Dinner itself was quite excellent, but the directions I got led me to a shipping and receiving area for a company just north of OR-224, which meant that I was lost and late. Not wishing to turn back when I knew I was close, I went to get directions at a nearby 7-11 and after a few minutes the combined intelligence of a few phones got me an address and some directions, and I thanked the people who helped me and headed off, rather irritated at myself for being late to Passover in an area that I was not familiar with. Fortunately, these directions were good and I arrived at the Milwaukie Center about fifteen minutes late, just barely early enough to do the footwashing and find a seat for the rest of the ceremony, which was thoughtfully done by our local pastor. At least the drive home was nice, even if there was at least a little bit of the drama concerning some of the people there that I was concerned about. Far more important, and worthwhile, was the reflection on the day and its meaning, and my usual over-analysis about what symbolic importance was in a day like today and how it progressed.





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10 Responses to Because I Like Tormenting Myself

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  2. What a journey you had for Passover! It is symbolic of going out of the way to renew your personal vow with God. Yet you were able–just in time–to partake in all its aspects and with a greater appreciation for them. That was because you had to work harder than usual to be a part of the full ceremony.

    Something odd happened to me this year as well. For the first time in several years, I was able to kneel (the symbolic position of humility) and wash the other person’s feet, instead of having to continue sitting and being on a par with her. Several people in the congregation, including me, are given gluten-free unleavened bread to partake of, and that was done. But when the wine was served, it wasn’t offered to me. That had never happened to me before. Fortunately, one of the men was standing close by, and I tugged on his suit jacket. He initially misunderstood and indicated that they would be taking up the glasses shortly, but then he noticed that I didn’t have one. It was interesting that he only had one small glass of wine left in his metal container. No matter what–bad directions or the possibility of causing a scene–we must find a way to humbly serve one another as well as ingest the unleavened bread and wine. Kudos!

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