“It was just before the Passover Festival. Yeshua knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world he loved them to the end.” (John 13:1)
He had not just sent an angel – but God himself had come and intervened for his beloved Israel. He empowered his servant Moses. The Plagues came. The first born died and the iron doors of slavery which had been locked for 400 years sprung open. On that day Israel left Egypt forever, followed the cloud of glory, crossed the Red Sea and set out on their journey to become a chosen nation displaying the love and mercy of their God.
And now on this Passover so many years later, there was one in the crowd who was like none other. The lamb who would take away the sins of the world had come to his people. He gathered his disciples around him that he might keep this, his last Passover with them. This time God’s glory was not in a cloud but it filled the one who was Emanuel, God with us.
And then in a moment that would forever define true love, this one who was the King of Kings took off his robe, bound a towel around his waist and kneeled before his servants to wash their feet.
In that moment, Heaven quaked. Only then was it fully understood who was this one who had chosen to be a lowly servant. And so the way was set forever. Greatness was defined in servanthood. Power was displayed in humility.
The cross still stood before him. The coming hours would only confirm how He had lived before his disciples. The greatness of love was in laying down one’s life for another. He would take the lower seat. He would willingly offer himself up as the eternal sacrifice. And by His sacrifice, a people would again be set free and a nation would be given to God forever.
During this Passover as we remember such a great deliverance, may our hearts be ignited with a passion to see all who are bound set free by his wonderful love.