For over 3500 years (think about that, 3500 years), the descendants of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob have remembered the first Passover in Egypt with a yearly commemorative observance. We have done so while dispersed throughout the world for most of the past 2000 years without a national homeland. We recall how the blood of a sacrificial lamb, when placed in faith and obedience upon the doorposts of a home, caused the Angel of Death to pass over in executing God’s judgment of the 10th plague, the death of the firstborn. And we recall how that blood ultimately led the Jewish people to deliverance from the bondage of Egypt and into the Promised Land. Books can and have been written about the rich, profound prophetic symbolism that depicts Christ in the Passover. And yet, millions of Jews throughout the world continue to celebrate Passover, completely blinded to the ultimate Truth represented by it. I get it. I was among them for the first 23 years of my life. We observed the Passover for many of those 23 years, broke the Matzah, tasted the bitter herbs, drank the 4 cups, recited the 4 questions…all with absolutely no understanding of who Yeshua, Jesus of Nazareth, really was. Spiritual blindness in full effect. Today, as both a Jew by physical lineage in the line of the Levitical priesthood if I can believe my uncle, and infinitely more significantly a son of the Most High God by faith in Jesus Christ, I am profoundly grateful to THE Passover Lamb of God. He shed His Blood at Mount Calvary almost 2000 years ago and in so doing, delivered us from the bondage of sin in this world while committing to one day take us into His Promised Land. We are still in the wilderness of this fallen world waiting to cross over, but His promise is as sure as the sun rising in the east tomorrow morning. Praise God!!! And one day, a purified remnant of Israel will also have the scales removed from their eyes, as I by God’s grace have, to look upon Him whom they have pierced and mourn for Him as one mourns for an only begotten Son. I'm listening for that last Trumpet to call us together for the assembly in the clouds with our Bridegroom, to then return back to Abba’s house for the wedding. Maranatha, Lord Jesus!!! Happy Passover and Crucifixion Day, brothers and sisters. We have much to be thankful for, even as we deal for a little while longer with the impact of sin in the wilderness. Thank God Almighty for THE Passover Lamb, Yeshua HaMashiach. Keep pressing on and don’t give in if you are being tempted to give up. We are almost home. :amen: So glad your eyes are open now Watchman35 and I trust your family are saved as well. Yes indeed a spotless lamb from organic farms was used :good: and not something floating out in the polluted ocean or lakes. :negative: I love matzo crackers but I have to put butter on them before eating them. :yes: Wishing you and everyone else a Blessed Passover and Resurrection Sunday! Still have high hopes its this weekend! :flyup: :flyup: :flyup: :flyup: My wife and daughter are believers, thankfully. But when it comes to my natural Jewish family, as far as I know, I am the only one who has ever trusted Yeshua as my Savior. I've walked alone in that regard for over 35 years now, and honestly have pretty much resigned myself to the likelihood that I may be the only one who ever chooses to follow Christ. Very painful to watch my mom die rejecting Christ, despite my best efforts at trying to convince her of who He is. I am so grateful that for some reason, the Lord allowed my eyes to be opened. But the words "count the cost" are very real to me. Weeping may last through the night, but joy will come in the morning when that trumpet blows. Maranatha!!! Oh, Watchman...I don't even know how to reply to this bitter-sweet story of your life! God bless you and family...thank you so much for sharing this! Love in Christ...Elaine :prayer-hands: Blessings to you brother! Jewish or Gentile, those that have been given the light indeed must be grateful! Eternally grateful. Only the unction of the Holy Spirit can strip away the darkness. Like the blind man who saw men as trees walking, we now walk through the justification of our faith! Though I have never been aware of any Jewish bloodlines in my family, my heritage comes from southern France where there was a large enclave of Jews. Who knows? In any event, we all began in a boat called the Ark. Jews are the Father's chosen, and Gentiles are chosen of Christ. Win/win. TR
