This is an excerpt from last Sunday’s Sermon.
”The Passover of the Jews was near, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. (John 2:13)
The Passover is a celebration where the Jews come together and remember God’s graciousness in sparing them while the death angel passed through Egypt. It killed the firstborn of the Egyptian households. However, when it arrived at a Jewish household and saw the blood on the doorpost, it not only spared them, it resulted in liberation. It was a day when God said, “Leave them alone. They are mine.” And who would not celebrate that?
Briefly I told the Church that there are two ways that I can think for us to celebrate Passover. I mean, “You don’t have to be Jewish to celebrate Passover. We can go to Church and celebrate it in the ceremonies, and\or or we can celebrate it by passing over someone that we could easily hurt. Perhaps we are in the right. Perhaps the law is on our side and we can take them pay. Perhaps we can devastate them, but we leave them alone. It’s called, “passover”. After all God did that for us.
How many times can each of us remember, when life was difficult for us. We and the devastating forces were hungry and ready to eat us alive but they were stopped? The Holy Spirit moved and someone decided to let it go and when we take time to think about it, we say, “That wasn’t nothing but God. Thank you Lord.” In a similar manner of the Jewish passover, when he saw the blood on the doorpost of our hearts God said, “Leave them alone.” How many times has that happened in our lives?
The other way to celebrate it is to do it. That’s right, imitate God. Realistically, how many opportunities do we have to heap revenge on someone who has wronged us? How many opportunities do we have to rub salt in the wound of an enemy but we let it go and we did it because we are grateful? So the other way to celebrate passover is to passover — not all the time but when the Holy Spirit leads you that way; do it.
Let me be brief and close this TfTD. Four fellows were in a van. They hit my car. I was feeling grateful to God. I told them, “Don’t worry about it.” I didn’t want to see them get in trouble. We shook hands. They seemed remorseful. It liberated them and made me feel better than good. And besides all of that, the neighbors were watching Mr. Radford’s behavior.
I hope this helps you. God bless.
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