This is our 7th year of celebrating the Feast of Passover. Every Passover we have observed has been different in some way or anther. New insights. New discoveries. New revelations. His Word never gets dull or old. It always brings the refreshing wind that only the Rucah of Elohim (Spirit of God) can bring. I am humbled and so thankful to be included in the Passover meal of our King. To just sit back and observe as we partake and remember what Messiah is really an honor. How can one not consider honoring this Feast Day commanded by The Creator of the universe? Although, with that said, only His people can. The ones who choose to not know Him are left outside the camp – a sobering thought.
This year was no exception. It was different in so many aspects. Hard to explain in writing. Maybe one day I will…but for now, I’ll share tid-bits of what Yehovah did.
When celebrating any feast of Elohim it is so important that the mishpocha (family) be together. We need each other, don’t we? I invited a sweet sister to our home. We broke bread together and soaked in the presence of YHWH till the night. The children danced. Flags swayed back and forth as the sweet atmosphere of Our King filled the room. Scripture says to taste and see that Yehovah is good. That verse came alive that night. So many nuggets where brought to the table. Flowers where centered that YHWH hand picked. Candles were lit. An array of food was lined up against white table clothes decorated with colorful plates to be served. Name of Yehovah and Yeshua were hand-painted in Paleo Hebrew on our table. The doorpost smeared with the blood of the New Covenant Passover Lamb. Oh, this is the highlight of Passover that I will never forget!
Here’s the story for that one: As I was preparing for dinner, I realized that I needed to do something with the barren wall behind our dinning table. The wall had been used for hanging school projects over the years, and was riddled with nail and tack holes. What it needed was a paint/patch job! But that just wasn’t going to happen in the time we had left. So….this mama had to brain storm and quickly. My daughter suggested that we hang some sheets on the wall and drape them across each other for a “tent like” effect. So I pulled a couple of white sheets out of the closet, and hung them across the wall. Creative? I thought so. I stood back and stared at this blank canvas. My artistic mind went nuts. I thought of the scripture commandment for the children of Israel to coat the doorposts of their house with the blood of the lamb sacrifice so that they’d be spared from the Angel of Death. Oh my!!! I found in the garage 2×4’s (the perfect size), nailed the pieces to form a “doorpost”, and splattered the top and sides with red paint. My son came over and asked me what I was doing so I invited him to help. Little did I know this was going to be more than just a “school project’ but a spiritual lesson he and I would never forget.
I asked him to find me nails to we could hammer the door post on the wall. He found exactly 3. Right?!?! So YAH! My son and I centered the doorpost against the wall so that I would line up with our table. He held it in place while I hammered. The sound that resonated from those nails was chilling. We both stopped and looked at each other. What was is it like for the Messiah to have felt the nails be pounded through his hands also? That sound I will never forget My son was quiet. Well…this mama cried. It sent a chill down my spine of the re enactment of what happened on the cross years before. I am so unable to write to you exactly what I felt at that moment. All I know is that this is one of the meany reasons why I was to make this art piece. To be reminded of His death, His Resurrection, and His return. Selah.
But that’s not the end of it. When my friend arrived, we greeted her family with joy (it was to be their first Passover celebration). My friend sat at the end of the table, facing our “doorpost” on the wall. I have to admit I wondered why she was so stricken by it. She later told me that for the past 3 days, she couldn’t get the vision of the cross out of her mind. To finally see it confirmed meant so much to her. We made for multiple reasons, and Father knew she would be blessed by it. So many emotions surfaced as we broke bread and began our Passover meal.
Passover this year was also a bitter sweet moment, knowing it will be our last in this house. A new journey is taking place for our family. A new chapter in a book written by the Creator. The pages are being turned ever so quickly and we are excited for what is being written. One page at a time
Stay tuned for the writings.