Passover and Seder
Prayer for Freedom
For everyone who knows what it feels like to be trapped. Not just physically. The bondage of shame, of cycles, of things you can't seem to leave behind. A prayer for the freedom that starts inside.
Lord, tonight the world remembers the Exodus. But I'm thinking about my own. The Egypt I've been living in. The one nobody sees from the outside. The one that looks like a normal life but feels like bricks without straw.
I've been enslaved to things I chose. And things I didn't choose. Patterns I inherited. Cycles I swore I'd break and then repeated. Fears I've obeyed longer than I've obeyed you.
I don't always know what freedom looks like. I've been in this so long that the chains feel normal. The Israelites asked to go back to Egypt. After the miracles. After the sea. I used to judge them for that. I don't anymore.
But you are the God who breaks chains. Not gently. Not politely. You break them. You sent plagues when Pharaoh wouldn't listen. You split water when the army was coming. You fed people in a desert where nothing grows. And you did it not because they deserved it but because you heard them crying. And you heard me too. He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death and brake their bands in sunder. Brake. Past tense. Already done. Maybe the chains are already broken and I just haven't stopped holding them yet.
Lord, give me the courage to walk out. Not just to want freedom. To take it. To put my foot in the sea before it parts. Because that's how you work, isn't it? The sea doesn't part from the shore. It parts when someone steps in.
Free me from the opinion of people who don't carry my burdens. Free me from the need to control what I was never meant to manage. Free me from the version of myself that performs for approval instead of resting in yours.
Tonight is about freedom. Not just ancient freedom. Right now freedom. This breath. This choice. This step out of the house of bondage. Whatever my Egypt is, I'm leaving it at this table tonight.
In the name of the God who heard his people cry and came down, I pray.
Amen.
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