My dad used to make a huge deal out of Lent, and of course specifically the week leading up to Easter. Being a pastor, he sort of made the entire community take notice of Lent. I remember Passover Seders in the basement of the Presbyterian church. That was pretty interesting. I am always surprised by Christians who simply cannot understand why another Christian would want to remember Jewish customs. I woke up thinking about what life was like for the disciples during this week we are remembering. If we would recall the origins of Christ, it makes perfect sense that you would go to a seder. Even more so when you tell me about these remarkably fun people. I wish I knew them.