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Let My People Go!




Yum, I’m thinking of that Seder main dish of roasted lamb with vegetables and rice as Passover draws closer! This past week my Bible study plan brought me to the early chapters of Exodus which relive the great deliverance of the children of Israel from oppressive Pharaoh in Egypt. So, of course, I’m excited as we anticipate a night of Jewish tradition in our family when we host our yearly celebration of Passover, remembering our deliverance. We love those Old Testament scriptures that point to Jesus, our great deliverer who set us free! My mind is swirling with menu plans. Then I got this bright idea of Seder humor! So here it is:


A little boy returned from Hebrew School and his father asked him, “what did you learn today?” The boy answered, “The Rabbi told us how Moses led the children of Israel out of Egypt.” How? The boy said, “Moses was a big, strong man and he beat up Pharaoh. Then while he was down, he got all the people together and ran towards the sea. When he got there, he has the Corps of Engineers build a huge pontoon bridge. Once they got on the other side, they blew up the bridge while the Egyptians were trying to cross.” The father was shocked. “Is that what the Rabbi taught you?” The boy replied, “No. But you’d never believe the story he DID tell us!”


I think this one is cute, too: At our seder, we had whole wheat and bran matzoh, fortified with Metamucil. The brand name, of course, is "Let My People Go".


I’m linking this post to Friday Funnies and also Spiritual Sundays.

Comments

  1. LOL! All around! You know if we didn't have the faith to believe the bible I admit that the stories in there seem pretty far fetched. LOL!

    Oh and can we come to your house for dinner during Passover? Sounds yummy!
    Have a glorious day my friend.
    Kim

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  2. This is a cute story. Your passover dinner sounds wonderful :)

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  3. LOL! Laughter truly IS good medicine. Thanks ever so for a hearty dose today!

    So glad you stopped by my blog! I reckon if I wait till things settle down, I'll never get back 'out there'. So, I'm gonna just jump in and kick like crazy. ;}

    I'm not English, but I had an English ggrandfather. I'm Southron through and through... and a die hard BritCom fan.

    Love ya loads, sweet thang!
    Have a JESUS-filled day! ^i^

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  4. Go go go! It's all funny, but that one really cracked me up. I love how your family does this each year! Maybe you should incorporate a dose of Hebrew School in your celebration this year! Love ya.

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  5. Mary, I am chuckling right out loud!! Thanks - I needed that!

    Isn't it the most wonderful truth that we have been "passed over" because of the blood of our Lamb?!

    GOD BLESS!

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  6. "Let My People Go"...bahahaha! I love it!

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  7. This is my very favorite time of the year. Very funny story too. I can just picture the little boy!

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  8. Hi Mary,

    Thank you for the Seder humor; you brought a smile to my face.

    Though I've never taken part in a traditional Passover, I imagine how spiritually uplifting it would be.

    Blessings and peace.

    MTJ

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  9. Tooo funny!! Love it and I Love you!! Happy Weekend Mary ~ Hope it is peace-filled and you feel the Lord's Love cover you like a blanket on a cool Spring morning

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  10. Thanks for the laugh. I'm glad you celebrate the Seder each year. I think it is a great tradition. We did it at our church one year several years ago. It was special.
    Blessings,
    Charlotte

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  11. Funny! And oh, by the way, I wish you were my neighbor. I saw you other website and ALL the delicious recipes. I also loved the song you have in your playlist!

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  12. Cute stories, and your music is great. Blessings ~

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  13. Another good one! Thanks for the laugh. We've celebrated passover with friends in the past and the Seder was very moving, not to mention delicious!

    Blessings, Debbie

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  14. Your traditions sound like such a blessing,indeed we are all so blessed here in American to even be able to celebrate.
    Blessings,
    Ginger

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  15. Love this post. And how special to share a traditional Seder meal with your family. May it have extra special meaning for you this year.

    peace~elaine

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  16. I do think the lambs are in a bit of trouble. I have to admit I went on a fanciful thought process to figure out which one of their friends was expendable.

    I trust your passover meal is full of God's presence.

    Blessings,
    Pamela

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  17. too cute!! That passover dinner....too funny.

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  18. LOL...The dish sounds good! It's true that some of the stories from the Bible sounds like a tale. But we can't deny that many had witnessed God's work! Up to now...

    Blessings and Happy Sunday sister Mary. Love you in Christ.

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  19. Thanks for the laughs. I needed some today. And for the reminder of all the Passover means.

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  20. Mary, I really appreciate your humor.

    Loved the story of the boy who had to change the story to suit his understanding. I think many of us are that way a lot of times.

    May you have a blessed Passover and Easter celebration.

    Love
    Lidj

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  21. Coming over from Spiritual Sunday and enjoyed a cute laugh. But, you also inspired me to go through those passages with my kids, even acting them out as we learn about the passover. Thanks for the humor and the encouragement!

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