I thought I would take these first few moments of Good Friday to read about the Last Supper, pray, be still, and share with you some thoughts I had today on the events of around Jesus’ death.
After 40 years of being taught the story of His death and resurrection, it only occurred to me today that it these events transpired on Passover. Not that I didn’t know that logically, it’s just that I never considered the implications.
The Passover is the Jewish holiday to celebrate the angel of death “passing over” the homes of the Hebrews when they were in the final days of slavery from the Egyptians.
And who did that angel of death slay? The first born sons of every non-Hebrew family.
How ironic, then, that the first-born Son of God is slain on Passover.
That is when it hit me. The children of God who were saved by this act? US.
Perhaps it’s just that I have the kind of mind that seeks symmetry in all things, but it’s certainly doesn’t seem coincidental that we are “passed over” in eternal death because Jesus took this fall at the time of this celebration.
I do of course realize that Passover was celebrated with actual animal sacrifices, but because of Christ’s sacrifice the angel of death doesn’t have real, final, destructive power over us. The blood is on our homes, just as it was on the homes of the Isrealites in Egypt so many thousands of years ago.
Just some food for thought.
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