“Jesus knew that the time had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of his love.”
— John 13:1
We poured the cups, lit the candles and set a place for Jesus, who dines daily with us for a place is always set in our hearts.
On the night before he took the spikes — canceling the record of charges against us in a red-stained verdict — Jesus told his friends: “I eagerly desire to eat the Passover with you.”
And some-2,000 years later, we eagerly desired to eat it with him.
We lit the candle of HOPE at the Messiah’s table, for the Light of the World is our promised hope. And this Hope is a Person.
We washed one another’s feet, drank from the fruit of the vine and ate the lamb. We remembered the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.
Photo: Girls and husband, washing my feet.
Photo: Neighbor boy, Alex, cradling the lamb.
My friend Patty pointed out that a Messianic Passover meal is not meant to be purely solemn. It is a time for festive rejoicing.
As our family did, Patty and her family held a Messianic Passover meal in her home last night. She wrote this morning: “We tried to strike a balance between formality and celebration and learning and worshipping.”
We celebrated, too, remembering this God who loves us from the top of our heads to the tips of our toes.
Lydia said this morning: “People celebrated this a long time before Jesus was even on Earth because God led them out of slavery. We can celebrate it also because Jesus died on the cross.”
Yes, Lydia. And did you know — sweet daughter — that He still frees the slaves, with this red-tinted freedom? He loosed the chains that shackled your mama.
Jesus took the nails, holding skin and sin to a rugged tree. Today, we follow Him up that hill where all was washed clean.