Today was Good Friday. As Christians this marks one of the holiest times of the year. Growing up I always celebrated in the usual way. We did the easter baskets and colored and hunted eggs. As a teenager and into my young adulthood at the church we went to, the kids would hunt eggs and we’d have easter dinner. My grandma would make tons of food. She loved to serve in that way. I look back on those times and cherish every moment.
As I grew older I continued in my bible reading and studying and I began to see some things I didn’t before. I’m not going to use this post to get into discussions on how and where easter came about. If you really want to, you can study the origin of easter yourself. When I first studied about it, I kind of lost my love of the holiday. Then I felt like a horrible Christian because I didn’t look at it like most other Christians. I studied more. I wanted to know if how I was feeling was me or was it God leading me to something else.
As I studied I began to take a look at the last supper. Some of you know where I’m going with this. The last supper was Jesus celebrating the Passover with his disciples. I began to study about Passover. We all know the first Passover from Exodus when the death angel passed over the Jews who applied the blood of the Passover lamb on the door. That is the same Passover Jesus was celebrating with his disciples. However, there was so much more going on at that supper.
I wish I had the time in this post to open up the Passover to you and share everything in it. It would completely amaze you how everything points to Jesus as our Messiah. I urge you to study it. Better yet, find a Christian Passover service and take part in it. If you’d like you can email me through the contact form here on my blog and I can send you some links.
When I studied it out, I decided I wanted to do this. I wanted to celebrate this. I downloaded a book on the Christian Passover and we did it here at our house. I was amazed by it. During the meal you have the matzo bread that is like a giant cracker. It has stripes on it and holes in it. It truly represents the stripes Jesus took on his back and how he was pierced for us. You break that bread and hide part of it away in a napkin. Jesus was broken for us. Can you see it? Later in the meal, the matzo that was hidden is brought back out. Just like the resurrection! That is just one part of the meal that points to our Messiah as the Passover lamb. My favorite part of the meal is when you partake of the last cup of wine/grape juice. When you do it, you say L’chaim which means “to life” and you say “Next year in Jerusalem” I can barely even write about it without becoming emotional. When we are saying that we are looking forward to doing it with Jesus in his Kingdom.
Now, I still celebrate the resurrection, but my emphasis is on Passover. I celebrate Passover because it brings those three days together into one celebration of remembrance. I remember how my Jesus was broken and sacraficed himself for me. How he laid in a tomb and on the thrid day rose again. Most importantly he was my Passover lamb, the one that took away my sins. The one that led me out of slavery to sin and into the promised land. I’m so much more connected to him and the power of his resurrection because of the Passover.
Mark 14:19 And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me.