Friday mornings are my day to lead a bible lesson for all the kids, and tomorrow being Good Friday I think the topic is fairly obvious. So I’m going over some passages with Paul at the boy’s home as a dry run when it dawns on me – right now (time zones aside), right around this time, on this day, Jesus was eating his last recorded meal on Earth. Tonight he will be betrayed. By this time tomorrow he will be dead and kicking down the doors of hell to crush the serpent’s head. The veil will be split, and then on Sunday He comes back victorious over death. Everything – and I do mean everything – changes. Tonight is the last night of the way things were.
So on my way home I’m wondering what I should do with this insight since I’m feeling inspired to be in remembrance. 
Easter is Easter of course, but I don’t think I’ve ever given much thought to the actual last supper, except as it’s demonstration of communion. My first thought is to pick up some take out so I don’t spend the next hour cooking dinner, so I stop at my favorite restaurant. I checked the mail on the way up to my apartment, and sitting there is an envelope that for once isn’t covered in indecipherable Chinese characters that indicate another bill to be payed – it’s a personal letter! I sat down with Dad’s Word out so I could do some reading over dinner, got my food ready to be eaten, and opened the envelope. Inside was a birthday card from Sarah Burrows, fellow world racer and all around pro at making you feel loved. If you’ve never had the blessing of getting a word of encouragement from her, you’re missing out on years worth of warm fuzzy feelings.
Easter is Easter of course, but I don’t think I’ve ever given much thought to the actual last supper, except as it’s demonstration of communion. My first thought is to pick up some take out so I don’t spend the next hour cooking dinner, so I stop at my favorite restaurant. I checked the mail on the way up to my apartment, and sitting there is an envelope that for once isn’t covered in indecipherable Chinese characters that indicate another bill to be payed – it’s a personal letter! I sat down with Dad’s Word out so I could do some reading over dinner, got my food ready to be eaten, and opened the envelope. Inside was a birthday card from Sarah Burrows, fellow world racer and all around pro at making you feel loved. If you’ve never had the blessing of getting a word of encouragement from her, you’re missing out on years worth of warm fuzzy feelings.So here I am, looking down at my little table (actually I’m using a chair as my table so I can sit on the couch), probably about to try and think of a good way to make this box of noodles significant, when I realize Dad has spread a feast before me. My spirit is feasting on the His word that just seems to be pouring over me – I’m in awe of the greatest thing ever done in the history of doings all over again. I’m feasting on fellowship from across the world in Sarah’s birthday wishes that just happen to arrive today of all days, and at this hour of all hours, and I haven’t felt so close to loved ones in months. Last of all, my body is feasting on Chinese take out from my favorite restaurant – I’m pretty sure this is even lamb that I ordered! As He so loves to do, Dad threw a celebration of His glory and allowed me to enjoy His provision, which is exactly what passover has always been – God providing freedom, God providing mercey, God providing the sacrifice…God providing. So let Him set out the passover feast this year, the true feast, the one that leaves you satisfied. Just ask Him for it. He loves giving it out.
Happy Easter everyone!
