There was a lot of whispering around the water cooler. My supervisor was a candidate for Vice President of the department. Many asked, “Was she qualified?” Others thought, “There has never been a woman in this position before,” and “Is she even suitable for the task?” Although there were at least four other candidates, she was chosen to carry the torch of Vice President. Never had I been so proud of my boss of three years. My coworkers and I had a big celebration dinner filled with joy and plenty of gifts to honor her new-found success. Finally, her hard work had paid off and she was headed for bigger and better things.
After the initial excitement died down, I was hit with the news that there would now be a few more additional changes. Although the promotion was a wonderful achievement, I never considered that I would no longer report to my fearless leader. As she moved up the corporate ladder, there was now a new vacancy in the department and things were about to shift. Her current position needed to be filled and I needed a new supervisor.
There was again a lot of whispering around the water cooler. “Who would be the candidate for the new position?” “Would that person be as qualified as my last supervisor?” and “Is this person going to be suitable for the task?” Many candidates began to come into the office. With each interview, anxiety began to build and an unseen dark cloud began to fill the atmosphere. My work environment was encompassed with a state of worry and fear of the unknown. Finally, a new candidate was hired and things began to change.
Through this experience, I realized three things: God is sovereign, change is inevitable and worry and fear is the absence of faith and trust. I often wonder why God sometimes never fully discloses the stipulations of his blessings. For example, even when there is a promotion, we often lose things in the process in order to grow. As God takes us to higher heights and deeper depths, we may lose some friends along the way and may have to endure a lot of negative “whispers” and our faith may be challenged. We may feel uncomfortable at times, but we cannot let fear overtake our hearts, because even though our situation may transform, there is a time and season for every change and this too shall pass.
We must fully trust God that our outcome will be in our favor and even when we go through the process of not knowing the future, there should be a reassurance that God is in control. God encourages us in the book of Deuteronomy 31:6 to “Be strong and courageous, do not be afraid of them, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” He also reminds us in 1 Peter 5:7, to “Cast all our anxiety on Him, because He cares for us.” God is with us, through the journey of moving into the blessings He has prepared for us. He is with us when people speak words filled with questions of doubt and uncertainty and He is with us through the midst of change. Leave the unknown results to God, and never fear the outcome of moving forward.
This is what Easter usually looks like in our house. We dye eggs (our five kids each dye at least a dozen, which means, well, you can do the math). I fill baskets, usually last minute (as in the night before Easter). I make food. I exert way too much effort to find matching clothing for the seven of us. We eat candy. We go on egg hunts. We talk about the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus. I try to make sure said matching outfits stay clean for the duration of a two-hour church service—which is a feat with five kids. I scramble to take a picture documenting that we actually wore the matching clothes. We have a family dinner with my entire family. We have another family dinner with my husband’s entire family. I try to stay sane. When Sunday night rolls around, when it’s all over, this mama usually feels done. I’ve also felt a little bit like, “That’s it? Easter is over?” Discussing its meaning had been just shoved in there, in the middle of all the other stuff, and a time that should have been really special and sacred just felt tired and washed out.
I am a firm believer that God knows what we need before we do, and He knows the best ways to bring us there. He knew that I needed a fresh way to look at Easter and to give my family a new way to celebrate—which has really existed all along, but I hadn’t paid much attention. God opened my eyes to the significance of taking part in Passover. Of me taking part in Passover, I should say. It’s not that I ever felt opposed to learning about it, it’s just that I was kind of ignorant. I figured that Passover was really for Jewish people or for Messianic Jews—but not for me, as I don’t fit into either of those categories. I didn’t realize what a great tool it is, as a tangible way to teach my children the continuity of scripture. Scripture is not a collection of “old” and “new” stories; it is an account of God’s great, continuous love story to humanity, told across the ages. It has always been about the love of God, His pursuit of us, and His power over the enemy—albeit an actual Pharaoh or devices of the enemy that try to pharaoh over our lives today.
For me, this journey began last year—right around Eastertime— with a great urgency to learn about Passover and teach it to my children. The timing made sense, as the Christian Easter holiday and Jewish Passover fall very close to each other. Additionally, the language which describes these holidays has a deep connectedness.1 “English and German are in the minority of languages that use a form of the word Easter…to mark the holiday. Elsewhere, the observance is framed in Latin pascha, which in turn is derived from the Hebrew pesach, meaning of or associated with Passover.”2
This year, in the weeks leading up to Passover, my husband felt led to read the book of Exodus to us, as a family. I also sensed in my spirit a longing to bring the Passover feast into our home—as best as I could. Traditionally, “a Jewish home or community service including a ceremonial dinner in commemoration of the exodus from Egypt” is held on the first (or first and second) night(s) of Passover.3 This tradition is called a seder. I found a great seder-for-kids script from Jennifer Dukes Lee entitled, “A Messianic Passover Seder for Families with Children.”4 This script offers a kid-friendly explanation as to why we, as Christians, are able to join in this celebration. Simply put, it is a way to both remember God’s promises and take part in something that Jesus himself practiced.
Before our dinner, the children painted a wooden board using fake hyssop leaves dipped in red paint, to signify the Israelites putting the lamb’s blood on the doorposts and lentels of their houses to protect the first born of each house from death. We talked about how this occurrence foreshadowed what Jesus—the Lamb of God—would do; shed His blood to save us from death. As we approached our table, set with my best (and only) table cloth and fancy wine glasses, my seven year old daughter said, “This looks so pretty!” My nine year old daughter bounced back, “You never decorate like this for other parties.” And that’s when it struck me. No, we don’t usually get fancy—especially around food. (Let’s be real, I have five kids.) But we did get fancy that night, and it was special. And they will remember that.
After our meal, I looked at the white table cloth spread out with the evening’s feast—bits of roasted lamb and matzo crumbs, a bowl of charoset , drips of grape juice on the white table cloth, remnants of parsley and the scent of horseradish. I sat, observed, and took it all in, reflecting on the deliverance of God’s people from Egypt and on my own deliverance from the things that enslave me. I sensed such a great peace within my spirit that night, and such a sense of freedom within, it was as if I could have been swept up to heaven in that very moment. We had shared something important as a family that night as we partook in one of the Lord’s Feasts. We celebrated with Him. And that was what just what I needed, a celebration to remind me of His great love, that goes far beyond painted eggs, jelly beans, and the seven of us wearing matching outfits. His presence is so real, so tangible—sometimes I just need a gentle reminder to get caught up in it.
The remainder of the weekend was filled with the normal hustle and bustle that I’ve grown accustomed to, but I didn’t feel the stress, the weight. It felt peaceful and light inside, as my heart was in the right place—it was with Him. For that, I am truly thankful. I trust that the Lord will direct you in your walk to come closer to Him, in a way that will best minister to your heart, in a way that will overtake you. Let Him continue to pursue you and unfold His great love story in your life. He truly is faithful.
1 https://answersingenesis.org/holidays/easter/is-the-name-easter-of-pagan-origin/ 2 2 2 2