According to Wikipedia,
The biblical commandments concerning the Passover (and the Feast of Unleavened Bread) stress the importance of remembering:
· And thou shalt remember that thou wast a bondman in Egypt; and thou shalt observe and do these statutes" (Deuteronomy 16:12).
· Exodus 12:14 commands, in reference to God's sparing of the firstborn from the Tenth Plague: And this day shall be unto you for a memorial, and ye shall keep it a feast to the LORD; throughout your generations ye shall keep it a feast by an ordinance forever.
· Exodus 13:3 repeats the command to remember: Remember this day, in which you came out of Egypt, out of the house of bondage, for by strength the hand of the LORD brought you out from this place.
|I observe a newly-righted relationship with God.|
Surrendered. Subject. Grateful.
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If God treats you well by teaching you a disastrous lesson, you never forget it.
It is my personal celebration of the Passover. I chose to be deliberate about remembering Before, my season in the wilderness, numerous failed attempts to surrender, my journey from breaking to broken, and finally the moment of my absolute despair, the acknowledgement that God would either end my season or give me fortitude to bear it with Grace, or possibly, just maybe, the form of His Blessing for this time in my life might be Passover, if only that I would remember to sing the songs, remember to offer the prayers, to continually tell the story in order that I might fully appreciate how sweet my after could be.
I celebrate my Passover. I observe a newly-righted relationship with God, surrendered, subject, Grateful. At the point of my despair, I believed that testimonies I heard shared would never be mine; not that I wouldn’t live with an enduring faith, but that I might never get to proclaim how He brought me over. Humbly, I accepted that it would never be for me. I was wrong.
I celebrate my Passover, and it does not come but once a year. Celebrating Passover is now my daily worship. I commit to living a life of gratitude in thanks for the blessing I feared might never come. And the blessing? It’s neither a thing, nor a place. It is an appreciation of my present joy. It is the practice of declaring God’s goodness, and trusting that in Him I am many things, but never abandoned, never without hope, never beyond Joy.
From a traditional Passover prayer, these are the words I carry within me…
Lord, thank You for the trials You brought me through. I pledge never to forget. For myself, for us all, may it be Your Will to redeem us from all trouble and servitude. Next year at this season may we all be free.
Selah and Amen