While there are a million and a half bloggers doing posts on the resurrection for this season, I still wanted to say a few words about what this means for me.
We have a service at our church for maunday Thursday, as many do I’m sure, and I am participating in a reading. We are going through the story of Jesus’ walk to the cross for our sakes. I get to read the section on his death. Mark 15:16-20, 33-38. I’m humbled to be a part of this. And I get to read the words he spoke, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” I don’t know what to do with this. Should I shout them? As he did?
Yet, what I am most intrigued by is the incredible intricacies of all the details. If he was to be the sacrifice for the sins of all the people he would qualify by being a blemish less offering on the day of the pasach sacrifice. Not the guilt offering, not the scapegoat, but the Passover lamb. The one that saved Gods people from death in unbelief and delivered Gods people from bondage to slavery.
As you have probably already guessed our family keeps the Passover. I love how these physical representations bring home the truth of the gospel to my children in ways it never could to just hear it. They burn the bread to cleanse the sin from our home. They taste the bread of affliction to remember how we flea with haste our bondage to sin and death. They sing the words of the psalms and dayenu “it would have been sufficient” to remind ourselves of the sufficiency of the works God has done for us. They set the table with the red cloth, and the Seder plate, and the candles that all point to the holiness of God. It’s so beautiful!
I look on to another Holy Week and say, “thank you God for your goodness to your people to give us such beautiful representations of yourself that we can see and touch and taste and smell. That we can hear and have the privilege to speak the words that you spoke and tell of the things you have done! It is a miraculous blessing!!”
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