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“There is a special place for each of you in my Father’s house,” Yeshua said.  “If there were not, I would have told you.  I am going now to prepare a place for you.”

“You´re leaving?”  Peter said.  He grabbed Yeshua´s arm with his large fist.  “When are you coming back?”

“I will come back and take you with me,” he said.  “But you already know the way to the place where I am going.”

“Lord, we do not know where you are going,” Thomas said, “so how can we know the way?”

“I am the Way, the Truth and the Life,” Yeshua said. “No one can come to the Father except through me.”

Gabriel understood what the disciples would only later realize.

Yeshua would lead them back into the Garden of Eden, back into the Presence of God.  He would open the way with his own body and his own blood.  No longer would the blood of bulls and lambs suffice.  The shadow must give way to the reality.  They knew the Way even if they did not understand it yet.  It was the Way, the Path, they had already chosen.  Belief in Yeshua, in his character and word and, most importantly, although that would come later, in what he would do for them as the Passover sacrifice.  Loyalty and discipleship were the expression of that relationship of faith.  They knew the Way, it only remained for Yeshua to complete his mission.

“Master,” Philip said.  “Show us the Father, somehow, before you go, so that we can see Him with our own eyes.  That would be enough for us.”

Yeshua turned to look directly at him.  “Have I been with you all this time, Philip, and you still do not know me?”

A sharp intake of breath and eyes that grew wide showed Philip’s distress as he glanced at Peter and then Matthew and Andrew and the rest looking for answers.  But Yeshua calmly went on teaching them the truth about himself.

Gabriel could sense the moment arrive, the moment the entire night had been building toward, the moment that would make sense of hundreds of years of ritual and remembering and waiting and hoping, the moment the Passover Seder would be transformed into a New Covenant meal.  He could sense the Holy Presence slowly and majestically filling the room.  The Spirit would always be present at this celebration no matter where it was held, no matter if there were only two or three of the followers together.  It would always be a moment full of the healing ministry of the Ruach HaKodesh, the Holy Spirit of God.

Finally, the moment came and Yeshua stopped teaching, took some bread, raised it to heaven and gave thanks.  He broke it and gave it to each one of them with his own hand, slowly reaching across the table to give it to each one in turn.

“This is truly a night of remembering,” he said.  “Take it, this is my body which will be broken for you, do this as a memorial of me.”

What did this mean?  Was this night not a memorial of the Passover, the liberation of the people from slavery?  But there was no time to ask questions, and the moment was too solemn.

Yeshua did the same with the cup of wine after the supper, the cup of rejoicing.  “This cup is the new covenant in my blood which will be poured out for you.”

A new covenant in my blood?  Death and blood were the same.   What´s going on here?  It would be much later before the disciples realized that Yeshua, himself, had become the true Passover lamb and that this Passover Seder would be changed forever, the shadow giving way to the reality of his suffering and death.


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The Temptations of the Cross by Bert A. Amsing
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