I wonder why in English we don’t refer to Easter as “Passover.” I suspect that for the first Christians, “Passover” is what it was all about.
And Passover means passing; it means moving; taking a step. Like Mary Magdalene and the other Mary today on the way to the tomb. They went. It was all over, but still, they went.
And after they saw the open tomb, they went again.
Peter and John ran. Then they slowed right to a stop. They entered reverently.
And Jesus was not there. He had passed over. He passed through death so that we could pass into Eternal Life.
Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will not pass away.
And me? Do I merely take a pass? Do I pass by? Do I drive only on the passing lane? Am I always asking for the ball to be passed to me or do I pass it on to others?
Lord, let this cup pass from me...
Am I a passerby or like Simon and Veronica, do I participate? Do I take the overpass or the underpass? Am I just passing the time? Do I always feel like I have to pass an exam? Am I passing judgement on others? Am I always passing the buck?
Am I am passenger, do I let others drive, or do I use a transit pass? Do I pass on dessert? Do I pass on past hurts and move on?
And what about the past?
Passover is about the present.
The stone has been rolled away. The tomb is empty. What will come to pass?
We go. We see. We believe.
We pass into Eternal Life.
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