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The Passover lamb
They prepared the table as they had always done.
The Passover meal.
The remembrance of deliverance.
The story of a lamb slain so that judgment would pass over.
But this time something was different.
There is no mention of the lamb on the table.
No centrepiece of the meal.
No visible sacrifice.
Because the Lamb was not on the table.
He was sitting at it.
While they ate, He took the bread and broke it.
Not pointing to Egypt.
Not pointing to the past.
Pointing to Himself.
“This is My body.”
He lifted the cup.
Not the blood on doorposts long ago.
“My blood.”
In that moment, the shadow began to give way to substance.
The symbol was about to be fulfilled by the reality it had always pointed toward.
And then He stood up from the table
and walked toward the altar.
Not a table of wood in an upper room
but a cross on a hill.
While Israel prepared their lambs,
while priests made ready for sacrifice,
while families anticipated remembrance
The true Lamb was being led.
Not into a home.
But to slaughter.
At the very hour lambs were being killed in the temple,
Jesus was stretched out and lifted up.
Not one of His bones broken.
Spotless.
Blameless.
Given.
This was not coincidence.
This was fulfilment.
The Passover was never just about Egypt.
It was always about Him.
The blood on doorposts was temporary.
His blood speaks eternally.
The lambs of Israel could only cover.
The Lamb of God takes away.
And so the table was never missing the lamb.
The table was revealing Him.
The Lamb was never absent from the Passover
He was waiting to be recognised.
What was once a symbol on the table
became a sacrifice on the cross
and what was a sacrifice
became salvation for all.
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