Interesting Traditions.

 Interesting Traditions.

 

This evening, my neighbor asked me some questions about celebrating the Passover. It has been over 20 years since that has happened for me—inside a church assembly, that is. Had the experience of having the “Lord’s Supper” at the Presbyterian church my friend attended. They used grape juice and hamburger buns. Obviously, the thought of “unleavened” bread did not occur to them. Each little cup of juice and the tiny bits of hamburger bun were supposed to represent the body and blood of Christ. But the old woman had some problems with the situation. It was the last time for me to participate in that tradition with a group of folks.

 

It occurs to me that the scripture that says “by your traditions you have made the law of God of none effect” can mean that we goof up in all sorts of ways. (Mark 7:13) By the time my grands grow up and no longer remember anything about me, they will probably have their own traditions. But then, how much of the law of God do you suppose they will have learned? Ignorance truly is not an excuse. Even the most uncivilized tribes found today know that the world was created by a creator. No big bang for them. But what do our children need to teach them about God? Even creatures in the wild have their own laws, their own set of ways to govern themselves. But surely, we are not going to regress into some state of uncivilized behavior? Or will that happen?

 

As long as the Bible has not been totally rewritten to suit the demands of society—which some have tried to do—we should be able to see what God wants of us. Whether or not we drink a small little sip of wine from our own personal cup and take a bit of truly unleavened bread in remembrance of the sacrifice of Christ, we know what Christ represents, what He has promised! The Passover Lamb is and was Christ. He will return not as a babe in a manger, but as a King in all His glory. That is His promise. That is what the bread and the wine is to represent—His sacrifice, His return to those who have learned to be part of His flock, waiting for His return with legions of angels at the last trump!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.