There was a time when I loved the Passover holiday. I don't really remember this time, but I believe my parents when they say that it happened. Sometimes it's hard to believe - after all, I could probably survive on pita and hummus year-round if I needed to. But today - after two nights of 5-hour seders at my parents' house - I do remember a couple of the reasons I so enjoy Passover and many other Jewish holidays throughout the year: ritual.
Ritual gets a bad rap when it gets interpreted as a meaningless practice that people do out of habit or without thought. But there's a lot to love in ritual and we got to indulge ourselves in just that this weekend.