Oh, That Passover Moon
I’ll never forget the sight of it and how it carried me instantly through time. It was several years ago now and I was driving home from Charleston in the evening simply crossing a bridge. I had seen it on the calendar and knew that night was the beginning of the Jewish Passover feast, but what I saw nearly took my breath. There it was – the Passover moon hanging over the harbor like a pearl.
In only a moment, I was connected to the first Passover. Under that same moon on that same Hebrew calendar day, Moses and his people took lamb’s blood, marked their homes and in doing so marked themselves and God covered them, “passing over the door and not allowing the angel of death to come into their house.” (Believers are always marked by the blood.) They began their journey with stomachs full of roasted lamb and hearts full of uncertainty as they left Egypt in a way that would tell the world about God. Under that same moon, they traveled as freed slaves, redeemed by God’s power.
As if watching God draw a timeline, then I saw the Passover of Jesus. I visualized the evening of a shared meal, a table with bread and wine demonstrating body and blood, the foot washing, the words, then a walk under that same moon through a Garden. Under the cover of darkness, the moon shone brightly as prophetic voices were fulfilled as Jesus was betrayed, arrested, illegally tried, and crucified. And made possible our freedom.
The blood and death of this Lamb of God caused the temple curtain that had separated people from the Holy of Holies to rip right through in God’s hands, inviting all to enter, and completing in a single act the recovery of all of us – creating a bridge across a divide that previously was impossible due to sin. The sin that Jesus took upon Himself.
Driving that night with a heart full of awe and wonder, feeling my God above and around me under this same Passover moon, I felt incredibly small yet incredibly thankful. I tell you, that moon on water played and laughed and danced! The joy of Passover anointing me and filling me until I wanted to shout! For this is my Passover, too!
God was being what we cannot be and doing what we cannot do, giving His only Son, and that night is still so very alive to me I could be knocked over with a feather. Glory to you, Lord Christ!
And when the sun rose on the third day, that risen Christ was found by a woman in another garden who fell at His feet in wonder! And every year since we celebrate the resurrection of the Christ. We rejoice with the women who had gone to visit the tomb and found it empty! We weep with joy along with Peter who was forgiven for denying Christ. We nearly shout with all those listed in historical records, about 500 in all I think, who saw Jesus alive again before He ascended to the Father.
And on every Easter Sunday morning, we sing hymns of ancient words that proclaim it….
The day of resurrection!
Earth, tell it out abroad;
the Passover of gladness,
the Passover of God.
From death to life eternal,
from earth unto the sky,
our Christ hath brought us over,
with hymns of victory.
All our voices with the music blend together because of this Christ. And we are all connected through centuries to an ancient truth – that of Jesus Christ sent from the Father for us all. Everywhere communion with bread and wine is celebrated on this round world the invitation is the same: “All come! All come, to the table of the Lord! Let none be left outside, but let there be a parade of feet of those who have leaped to find He caught them.”
Same moon, same table, same Christ. Same people in need of that Gospel – transformed into ones who reflect His love and grace. He is the thread throughout time and we sing…
Christ, our Passover has been sacrificed for us; therefore, let us keep the feast! Alleluia! Alleluia!
With a grateful heart and open hands, I receive Him as bread is pressed into my palm, feeling my spirit shine like the chalice, and I am one of many who call Him King. One of many through centuries, connected by God’s rope thrown for rescue, God’s kiss on the face of the earth! My heart overflows, my hands go up, and my life is full. All because of Him. Redeemed.
Come… all… receive without cost the freedom you were created to know!
To Him be dominion forever and ever. Amen!
Much love to you, friend! Happy Resurrection Weekend!
From the desk by the window on Good Friday where the sun shines brightly outside and God’s love has been shed abroad – greatly undeserved – in me.
(c) Robin Lewis, April 14, 2017 – a very Good Friday
(Exodus 12:23, 1 Peter 5:7, 11)
Robin Lewis – The Freedom Coach / Speaker