Christ, My Passover
In Matthew 16:17-39 Christ’s time was at hand. There had been instances when men sought to take him, but “His time was not yet.” From the foundation of the world all that the Father had purposed was condensed into this moment. The honor of God Almighty to redeem his people was at hand, and soon the Lord of Glory would lay down his life for all that the Father had given Him. “His time” was racing to the exact moment that men of old, moved by the Holy Ghost, had prophesied would come.
The hour glass of eternal counsel was about to empty itself in the person of Christ, my Passover.
Christ, my sacrificial lamb, soon would lay down His life and His blood would be spilled providing a perfect atonement for me.
In Egypt, the death angel passed over the homes where the blood was found on the lentil and sideposts of the door. There was security while they stayed inside under the blood.
His blood, applied to my heart and conscience is my hope.
“My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.”
By Marvin Stalnaker