We’ll decorate the kitchen table with dying palm branches curling on the edges — the branches that we waved while shouting “Hosanna! Hosanna!”
We’ll ask the question: Why is this night different from all other nights?
We’ll wash our daughters’ feet. We’ll dip parsley in salt water, and we’ll remember the hyssop and the tears.
Together, our family will drink from the cup of redemption by candlelight.
We’ll remember the cross Jesus bore. And in the midst of our sorrow, we’ll remember this, too: Sunday is a-comin’!
It’s a Jewish feast — the Passover Seder — but it is ours, too. We hold it dear, because God holds it dear. We celebrate it, because Jesus did.
And like the disciples, we will stand in awe of the new things He revealed through an ancient ritual.
In one week, we will celebrate a Messianic Passover meal around our family’s dinner table. Would you consider celebrating with us, by doing the same in your own home?
Several years ago, I researched and wrote a Messianic Passover Seder celebration for our church. We hold the Seder meal every other year at church. This year, I have revised it for use in our own home with our children.
You may find the script and instructions by clicking here, by scrolling down to the post below this one, or by contacting me via email. And yes, you are free to use the material! You may also modify it for age-appropriateness.
Next Thursday, we will come to the table of the Last Supper, and we will remember Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God.
“When the hour came, Jesus and his apostles reclined at the table. And he said to them, “I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer.” — Luke 22:14-15
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PHOTO: Last year’s Seder Meal.
DRAWING, by Lydia, as she considers how amazed the disciples must have been when Jesus brought new meaning to the Passover feast.
Each Wednesday, I join Ann Voskamp as we consider spiritual practices that draw us closer to the heart of Christ. As we approach Easter, I consider how ancient traditions draw us nearer to Him.








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