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The Change – that took place that day.
Over the
Easter holiday season, we watched a few movies about the resurrection of
Christ. Fortunately, movies of this nature are improving greatly in quality. In
one depiction of the days leading up to the crucifixion of our Lord, we saw
people buying lambs to sacrifice at the Passover Feast the Jews celebrated at
that time every year. The dots that history connects to bring us the story of
our redemption are profound.
When the
people purchased their “spotless lambs” for sacrifice, the prices were apparently
hiked up, just as we would expect to pay more for food or extras at any
festival. While we can eat or spend our money before or after attending
festivals, they were commanded by Old Testament law to bring a spotless lamb to
sacrifice. Rather than bringing a lamb with them over however many miles they
had to travel to get to the Feast festival, it was more convenient for many to
purchase one there. Those selling the lambs knew that the needs of the people
would yield them a hefty profit. They could demand pretty much any price they
chose.
Sometimes I “put
myself in their shoes” and imagine what it might be like to walk a mile in those
Jewish sandals.
I’d want to
speak up and complain about the high prices being charged. But to be a Jewish
woman then meant what I had to say carried little meaning. My husband would
just pay the price being asked. Suffice it to say that I would have a hard time
hiding my anger and frustration at being ripped off for what was a religious
obligation.
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While singing
during praise and worship a few weeks ago, this scene came to mind, where in
the movie the Jews were paying for their commanded sacrifices. Almost as if I
was really watching the people in front of me purchasing their lambs, someone
in the distance caught my attention. A friendly looking young man waved in my
direction. What could he want? Was he looking at me or someone else nearby? My
face conveyed my question, and the man waved all the more ferociously. He was
definitely wanting my attention. I smiled back at him and he motioned for me to
come to him. Well, that’s silly – I’d lose my place in line. He shouted
something I couldn’t make out and kept motioning for me to head his way. He
cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled louder. Curious and amused, yet
happy that we would be next to buy our lamb, I stood still. He began to jump up
and down. I focused on him intently and I could hear him screaming with joy, “Helen,
I paid for your lamb! I bought your sacrifice for you. Come get it!”
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I gasped and began to cry happy tears, shockingly wet, thankful tears.
Yes, that’s
just what He did! As Jesus called out to me, I realized in a whole new way, He
paid the price for me; that profoundly high price that was demanded for my
atonement – my peace with God. Jesus paid it for me. My sacrifice was paid for!
Jesus IS my sacrificial Lamb! The mighty change that took place that day, He
took my place. He died for me so that I can live with Him.
Selah.
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“The next
day John (the Baptist) saw Jesus coming toward him and said, “Behold! The Lamb
of God who takes away the sin of the world!” – John 1:29 NKJV
