Through the lens of Woman

Most of the labor of Passover happened in the kitchens.

The men handled the lamb at the doorpost. The women prepared the meal. They ground the bitter herbs. They baked the unleavened bread. They roasted the lamb. They set the table for the most important meal of the year, every year, in every Israelite household — for fifteen hundred years.

There is a particular ministry the Father has placed in women’s hands that often does not get named. The women feed the rescue. They make the meal that becomes the family’s memory. They prepare the table that becomes the household’s worship. They cook the food that disciples grow up around.

The mothers of Israel knew what every mother knows. The way you feed your family forms what they remember about God. The Passover meal was not just food. It was theology. It was rescue. It was the doorpost in edible form.

One small thing today: in whatever cooking, hosting, gathering, preparing you do today — even reheating leftovers — do it as priestly work. The Father has trusted you with the formation of someone’s memory. Set the table with that knowledge in your hands.