out of step....

Yesterday was Easter. I chose not to celebrate the goddess of fertility or participate in annual bunny worship! I'm not really interested in arguing theology in this blog at this time. I simply want to express my frustration (whether founded or not). From my perspective the Messianic Jews of the first century welcomed the gentiles into the faith with open arms. Within one century the church began to reject its Hebrew roots (and the associated rich culture). The church began to substitute (or invent) its own holidays and celebrations. Something of value was lost in the process. We have replaced the rich symbolism of Passover with bunnys, eggs, playing dress up, and some snippets about resurrection. I am not a Jew. I am not compelled to live as a Jew. However, come April 19th, I plan to celebrate Passover with family & friends. I will weep as I see the Lambs sacrifice in the elements of the Seder. I will weep as I read from Isaiah about the suffering servant. I will rejoice as I read about the Holy One not being allowed to undergo decay (resurrection). It was in this setting that Jesus helped his friends, the early disciples, understand who He was thru the unleavened bread and the 4 cups.

Yet, at the close of day yesterday, there was a yearning in me. I do not want to be detached from my bretheren. On Easter Sunday believers (and unbelievers) gather in record numbers. They represent many levels of understanding, commitment, faith, and sincerity. Many are real in their desire to honor the One whose sacrifice and resurection is the topic of the day. I want to be in concert with those genuine hearts. My wife & I joined hands at bedtime and asked the Lord to join our prayers and hearts with the millions of others who see The Messiah as the hope of life.