It covers whatever is beneath it, each brush stroke blotting out all that came before.
It covers nail holes and cracks in the walls, the scribbles of a toddler and the spills of a preschooler. It covers poorly chosen colors and other such mistakes. It even covers rust and mildew, evidences of time and neglect. Paint masks all imperfections.
Paint makes old things new again, clean again, perhaps even beautiful again.
Yet at that first Passover, the paint was hardly beautiful – fresh blood splashed red across door frames painted as a covering, a protection over what was to come.
The people of God believed, and so they painted, each household, the blood of an innocent lamb across their door frames. They splashed ugly smears of musky red in faith that Yahweh would keep his promise to them.
Then they waited…
… as death passed over them, leaving their firstborns untouched, an act of mercy.
And again over a thousand years later, only days after the Passover celebration, a one and only Son painted a cross red with his own blood, spilled it willingly for a world full of undeserving sinners.
The bloody mess of his tortured, nail-driven flesh was gruesome, but the promise, the promise was a thing of beauty beyond comprehension.
Once again mankind would be passed over because of the blood of the Lamb.
Once again, salvation would be freely offered to those who chose to believe the promise.
Now we who believe are painted righteous by faith, passed over, wiped clean.
All of the mistakes, ugliness, and scars that were ours before are blotted out by bold, beautiful strokes in the hand of a Master who loves us enough to give a one and only Son.
But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
9 Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from the wrath of God through Him.
10 For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, having been
reconciled, we shall be saved by His life.
Thus, the ugly red paint brings forth new life and along with it, joy and peace and beauty.
So those once black with sin
are now washed white as snow,
by the blood of the Lamb.
Do you understand the significance of the Passover? Jesus is our Passover Lamb!
I’m joining the brave and lovely Five Minute Friday writers again this week over at Lisa-Jo’s place. She chooses a word prompt and we all write fast and furiously for five(ish) minutes, no planning, no editing, no over-thinking. All are welcome, so come on over and join us!