Younger daughter Maddie was looking at the calendar this morning. “Mom,” she asked, “why don’t we celebrate Passover?”
“Oh, we do, hon,” I answered. “We celebrate the biggest Passover of all.”
“We do? But Passover is today. It says so on the calendar.”
“EASTER is our Passover, sweetheart—Good Friday and Easter together. It’s the ultimate Passover. The very first Passover and all the celebrations after were pointing to THE Passover, when God allowed His firstborn to die so that we might live.”
God allowed His firstborn to die—so that we might live.
I am sitting across the table from my firstborn right now. She is eating her cereal; I am drinking my coffee. We have just had a conversation about how great I think she is, about how glad I am to be her mom (she really is a pretty cool kid).
And I am reminded of how God felt about His Firstborn:
“This is my beloved Son, in Whom I am well pleased.”
Can you imagine the gladness that enveloped the Trinity in that moment? The Spirit-Dove descending, the great voice shaking the sky, the Son letting the blessing of love and favor fall upon Him!
My heart is full as I write these words. My God knew full well what was going to happen to His Beloved when He spoke that blessing.
But for the sake of me and my firstborn and all my other children—and you and your beloveds, too—He suffered, as Father and as Sacrifice—that we might be set free to LIVE in HIM.
That He might whisper in our ears, “You are Mine! And I love you.”
Thank You, Passover Lamb.
Thank You, Father God.
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