| Leah ( @ 2004-04-11 09:23:00 |
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The Death of Jesus Christ: A Passover Story
So I had a provocative if not particularly theoretically sound idea this morning upon waking (and saying "happy easter!" to myself, anticipating many happy purchases of on-sale Cadbury bunny eggs).
This whole Easter thing? Totally a Passover story.
Which makes sense, if you think about it. The first Christians were Jews taking a step . . . I don't want to say forward, I think I'd rather say to the side, like on a parallel track . . . and so all the mythology, all the symbolism, that could be brought to bear in the crafting of a new and "better" story was the Jewish kind.
So you've got the Last Supper, which is the Passover Seder, and that happened on Thursday (which would have equated to the first night of Passover, obviously, that year)? And then the whole crucifying thing happens on, um, Friday (second night), right? And Jesus rises again Sunday, Easter, (almost-fourth night), hangs around for a couple of days (this is the part I'm least clear on), but it seems like, by the end of Passover, the guy's gone, ascended, taken up into heaven. Coincidence? Possibly, but probably not.
And what's the message of Easter, anyway? Freedom, right? From sin. Being, yes, Saved. From sin and hell and eternal damnation, and all that. Sounds a whole heck of a lot like the Passover story to me, except maybe minus the exodus, and Jesus as a slightly less prosaically-magical Moses. Water to blood, water to wine. Satan, you let my people go. The "I'll die for you" thing is a bit of new twist, absolutely, and the whole story rachets everything up a level. But Moses was Hebrew and raised Egyptian, like Jesus was divine and raised as man. And each led their people out of something bad and into a new promised land. Because when you think of how Judaism's kind of lacking a heaven anywhere but earth, a land of milk and honey after bricks and toil sounds awfully close.
Even if you've gotta wander forty years to get there.