Good morning,
Tomorrow is Easter. And I’m not writing to correct anything about that. I’m writing because I love you, and because I believe what you’re celebrating is even more beautiful than you may realize.
Most of us grew up with Easter as an event. A sunrise service. A hymn about the empty tomb. And that matters, it truly does. The resurrection of Yeshua is the hinge of history. But I want to invite you to see something deeper. Not instead of what you already hold, but beneath it. The foundation.
The Table Was Set Long Before
Centuries before that weekend in Yerushalayim (Jerusalem), the God of Avraham (Abraham) gave His people a meal. Pesach, Passover. A lamb without blemish. Blood on the doorposts. Unleavened bread broken in haste. A cup lifted in the night.
This wasn’t just history. It was prophecy enacted, a living picture of what was coming.
When Yeshua (Jesus) sat with His talmidim (disciples) at that last Seder (Passover meal), He didn’t invent something new. He reached into the …
