As an oldest child, certain stories in the Bible stick out to me. (Cain and Abel, for instance. If ever an oldest child flunked his role, Cain did!) Today I want to talk about Passover.
The Hebrews were slaves in Egypt. Moses had come and requested that Pharaoh let the Hebrews go. Pharaoh wouldn’t.
So God sent plagues upon the land of Egypt, warning Pharaoh and his people that they must let the Hebrews go. And Pharaoh would say, “All right, you can go. Just remove this plague.” Of course, as soon as God had eased the suffering, Pharaoh changed his mind.
Finally, God told Moses, “This is the final plague. After this, Pharaoh will let you go. In fact, he will drive you out.”
Before, God had sent frogs, lice, hailstorms, livestock diseases, and boils on man and beast, among other things. This time, God would strike hard. No one would be able to ignore His power.
At midnight, God would kill every firstborn child in the land of Egypt.
From the firstborn of Pharaoh to the firstborn of the captive in the dungeon, even to the firstborn of the livestock, God would strike with death.
I can’t help thinking: If I had been an Egyptian child that night, I would have died. Just stopped breathing.
If I had been a Hebrew child, I would have died that night unless my father followed the strict instructions to protect me.
A lamb had to die for the firstborn to live.
The father had to kill a perfect lamb and let its blood fill a basin. Then he dipped a bunch of hyssop in the blood and struck the doorposts and the lintel with the blood.
Can you imagine that wooden doorpost, dry from years of desert air and wind in Egypt? The man took a bunch of hyssop, dipped it in the lamb’s blood, and slapped it against the lintel (the beam across the top of the door). Again, he dipped the hyssop and hit one doorpost. Finally, he struck the last one.
Can you picture the dry wood soaking up the deep red liquid? This is a stain to last for decades, no matter what winds and rains scour the doorposts.
When God saw the blood guarding the door, He passed over that house. Death had already occurred there, as evidenced by the blood. The firstborn child could live.
Fourteen hundred years later, Jesus came to this earth. His purpose? To save mankind from sin.
They have all turned aside,
They have together become corrupt;
There is none who does good,
No, not one.
-Psalm 14:3 (NKJV) emphasis mine
For the wages of sin is death, …
-Romans 6:23a (NKJV)
Someone had to die to pay for sin. Logically, that person should be the sinner. But God did not want us to die.
A Lamb had to die for us to live.
Jesus is our Lamb. The final sacrifice. His blood is enough to erase all sin, forever. (John 1:29)
And just like the blood on the doorposts in Egypt, Jesus’ blood is never going to wash away.
Once I accepted Jesus’ sacrifice and turned my life over to Him, He applied His blood to cover my sin-stains. His blood isn’t going to evaporate. It won’t fade. It won’t grow too weak to cleanse me. Ever.
No matter what Satan throws at me.
I love the way this song captures that: The Blood Is Still There by Gary Duty.
Hope you enjoy!