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My Passover Lamb

Passover?  It's June, Emily. What?

Well, you know that whole deal about how God's Word is living and active? Well, it turns out that God can speak to you through His Word about whatever He wants, whenever He wants. Case in point: I geeked out over the Passover Lamb while sitting by the bonfire we built in the backyard for s'mores in June. It's alright. I mean, if there were ever a topic I needed to brush up on, it was probably Passover. I sat through a Seder Meal once, but it was at a Baptist Church and, well, I'm not sure I got everything out of it I should have. I digress.

The study I'm working through had us focusing on The Passover and The 12 Memorial Stones of the Jordan as traditions passed down from generation to generation, that believers might be prepared with an answer when their children asked them what those traditions or monuments meant to them. It was so beautiful to read about twelve year old Jesus sitting in the temple among the teachers, asking them questions. They were in awe of his understanding at such a young age. It just made me smile - and gasp a little - to think how the believers had been faithful to hand down the tradition and teachings of Passover all.those.years. since God first commanded Moses and Aaron to instruct the people during the first Passover, right up until the Lamb sat at their feet and listened to them teach it Himself.

Talk about full circle.

The blood on those doorposts long ago saved lives. How emotions must have run high as that sacrifice was meticulously prepared and those doorposts were painted with that blood. What relief must have flooded their hearts when they realized death would not enter their homes as a result.

All this gave me pause about the way I observe communion.

How many times have we taken those tiny cups and crackers in our hands and consoled ourselves with some warm, fuzzy thought about how we were partaking in the Lord's sacrifice as our teeth ground those elements and we swallowed the juice, then went on with our merry lives? How flippantly have I observed a holy tradition that has become routine?  How would my brothers and sisters in nations closed to the gospel love to publicly partake in such a tradition?

I sat quietly there under the light of the moon with the smell from the little fire pit filling the air.

(It turns out God can not only speak to you about whatever He wants, whenever He wants, but He can do it wherever He wants, too.)

For I received from the Lord what I also delivered to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it, and said, “This is my body which is for you. Do this in remembrance of me."  In the same way also he took the cup, after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.”  For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes. - 1 Corinthians 11: 23-26

We teach our children the significance of placing their trust in Jesus in order to obtain forgiveness and salvation from God. We tell them He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. We know Jesus is key. We know He died for us. It's what all of Christianity hinges upon: the cross. But how often do we stop to ponder what that means?

He is our Passover Lamb.

"For the Lord will pass through to strike the Egyptians, and when he sees the blood on the lintel and on the two doorposts, the Lord will pass over the door and will not allow the destroyer to enter your houses to strike you." Exodus 12:23

May we not be so quick to skate over the Old Testament because its message seems harsh or paints the picture of a God 2018 America would be quick to retaliate against. He is the Creator of All, God Almighty, He is Lord. And He is just... as just today as He was in the days of Moses and the first Passover.  He is the Great I Am.

He continues to offer an out. He continues to present a solution for keeping the destroyer from entering our houses. The answer is still in the blood.

No meticulous preparations are required, blind faith and absolute surrender are commanded instead. When fear is filling our hearts and death is breathing down our necks, we still have a solution. When we look around us and can no longer deny the mark the destroyer is making on the homes around us, there remains a single defense strong enough to guard the door and His name is Jesus.

When I fell to my knees and my journey of faith began, what made that night different from all the rest was that when I stood to my feet, I did not walk alone anymore. It's about so much more than than swallowing juice and chewing crackers. It's about being poured out like He was and willing to be crushed for His glory if that is what love requires of me.

But who would be willing to pledge that kind of allegiance to a God they cannot see?

A desperate people, that's who. When we understand the urgency of the times we are living in, we will cling to the power that is found only in Jesus. When our love and concern for our fellow man grows big enough, we will stop trying to sell them sorry substitutes and put on the armor of God and go forth in His name.  Not in our religion nor in our manmade rules. We will not go with pounding chests or pointing fingers, but with open hands and dirty feet. We will follow the example set for us by that man who made it a priority on the last night of his earthly life - even as men were plotting to kill him - to recline among friends, to serve them, and to leave them with these words of hope.

And he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.”  Luke 22:19

May we be as faithful to pass down the message of the Lamb as the ones who went before Jesus were to pass down the message of the Passover.  We are to do this in remembrance of Him.

When our children ask us why this means so much to us. - and they will - we must tell them the rest of the story. Jesus loves me this I know, yes because the Bible tells me so, but also because it is the blood of that spotless lamb that washed away all my ugly sin. I didn't stand a chance against that destroyer coming for my door apart from the blood of the Lamb. A girl like me couldn't afford hope in a God like that apart from Jesus. He paid it all for me.  He made a way and He saved me.

And that same blood was shed for all these folks around us who are seeking relief, deliverance, hope, acceptance, and love in all the wrong places.




We must pass the truth around and we mustn't fail to pass it down.

God still expects believers to be prepared with an answer when their children ask them what this faith means to them and that will be true right up until we fall at the feet of the Lamb Himself.

Talk about full circle.

The blood on that cross long ago still saves lives today. Our emotions run high as we seek a solution big enough for the problems that surround us, as circumstances blow in, and we seek a way to stop that destroyer from entering another door.

The answer is, and forever will be found in the blood.  Be forewarned: it will change your life – right down to  the way you chew your crackers and swallow your juice - forever.

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