The Trail · Step 4 · Passover
Blood on the Door
The lamb’s death can be counted as yours. Would you let yourself be hidden inside it?
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Egypt's last night. Israel had been in bondage four hundred years, under a power they could not overcome. And listen to what God does not say. He does not say be better. He does not say prove yourselves. He does not say keep a list.
He says: take a lamb, kill it, put the blood on the door.
"Every man shall take a lamb... your lamb shall be without blemish... and they shall take some of the blood and put it on the two doorposts and the lintel of the houses in which they eat it... And when I see the blood, I will pass over you, and no plague will befall you." — Exodus 12:3, 5–7, 13
When the lamb dies, the household lives. Not because they improved. Not because they earned it. Because a death occurred in their place.
But do not miss this. They are not only watching the lamb from a distance. They are covered by its blood, defined by its death, hidden inside the event of its dying. They eat it — take it into themselves — sustained by the very life that was given for them.
That is the word the song keeps reaching for: I am hidden in a death I did not die. This is inclusion. It is what Paul meant, centuries later, with a single sentence:
"Christ, our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed." — 1 Corinthians 5:7
A prayer
Lord, I did not slay the Lamb, and I could not. Hide me in a death I did not die. Let the blood be the sign over my house — not my record, not my failure, but the Lamb that died for me. Christ my Passover, slain. I am Yours.
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