Passover

We gathered around a table this evening to celebrate Passover. 

We gathered to rejoice with the children of Israel and remember the wonders of the Great I AM as He freed them from their unbearable bondage in Egypt. 

We gathered to hear the lovesick heart of God desiring union with His people. 

We gathered to remind our souls of our own Exodus as well; that we have been rescued from the dominion of darkness and transferred us into the Kingdom of His beloved Son. 

We gathered to remember the honor of being adopted into this ancient, covenantally secure family. 

We gathered to remember the Lamb of God, Jesus Christ the Messiah, the Great I AM.

The One who was and who is and who will return to us. 

It baffles me to think that less than a mile from where I’m typing this insta caption from my apartment in Jerusalem, the Light of the world Himself sat in a little room, reclining around a table with His friends to celebrate this prophetic festival - knowing full well what was to come soon after. Knowing He was about to lay His life down and shed His very own blood as the paschal Lamb for me. For you. For the world. And for the joy set before Him... He endured the cross. All because we were worth it to Him😭 (and still are). All so this lovesick God might have for Himself a lovesick people whose only heart cry is that we may KNOW HIM and the power of His resurrection, and may share in His sufferings. There is no greater love than a Man who lays down His life for His friends.

It is stunning to me how the Grand Storyteller orchestrated the sequence of the Jewish feasts to correlate with His redemptive work in the earth. He is so fun and intricate. We get to peer into the Almighty's manuscript as we study and experience these "appointed times." It is truly enriching my appreciation and depth of love for the One who came to fulfill them.