Actually, a Seder is the Jewish Passover meal. God inaugurated it as an object lesson for His people, a way for them to teach their children about the amazing things He had done for them. It’s the same meal that Jesus celebrated when He had the Last Supper with His disciples. The symbolism in the modern Jewish ritual simply shouts about Jesus, at least for anyone with ears to hear.
But what does all this have to do with my trip to
But these gifts came at a cost. The ten plagues for the Israelites’ deliverance killed Egyptians. Our deliverance from sin meant Jesus’ death. So, ten times we dipped our pinkies into our glasses of grape juice, and let ten purple-red drops fall onto our white napkins. It reminded me of a prop we had for our Easter play when I was in Bible school: a white cloth heavily stained with red food coloring, meant to be wrapped around the person playing Jesus.
That’s a lot of blood! That’s a heavy cost for all our rich gifts. What in the world can I ever do in response? The next of the four ritual cups of grape juice we drank during the course of the meal was called “the cup of redemption.” It reminded me of a verse in the Psalms: “What shall I render to Jehovah for all His benefits toward me?” The answer: “I will take up the cup of salvation!”
Wait a minute. All I have to do is accept and enjoy all these things, when it cost Jesus everything? Well, what do you want someone to do when you give them a Christmas present? Some spontaneous delight is pretty satisfying, wouldn’t you say? You wouldn’t want your gift refused because they thought you spent too much, would you? I didn’t think so.
Well, there is something more you can do. Worship. When the Holy Spirit helps you see what Jesus has done – and is doing for you today – it comes pretty easily. Our emotions don’t always cooperate, I must admit. I spent my last week before I left for
It doesn’t make sense. Look at all the things God has already done for me. Look at His best gift, Jesus. Why did He bother giving me anything else? Now I know why the Jews wrote their song about the Exodus, saying, “It would have been enough…” So, I borrowed their word. Here’s my first journal entry after arriving – the whole thing: