So have you ever stopped and asked yourself… What exactly are we celebrating?

Jesus dying on the cross.
His death, burial, and resurrection.

Yes. All of that is true.

But if we’re honest, most of us have only understood it in a very two-dimensional way.

And hear me, if that is all you know, that is still powerful enough. It takes faith to believe that Jesus died and rose again, and Scripture is clear that we are saved by grace through faith in Him. So if that’s where you are, praise God for that.

But what if I told you… that almost every literal, two-dimensional story in the Bible is carrying a deeper, three-dimensional meaning underneath it?

And when you start to see that, the whole thing changes. It’s no longer just something you believe. It becomes something you can see. So if you want to step into the three-dimensional version of this story…

let’s go there.

Let’s back up to earlier in Scripture, to the Book of Exodus. The Israelites are in Egypt.

And if you’ve been walking through Grace to Trust and the story of Joseph, you already know how they got there. What started as provision, as protection during a famine, slowly turned into something else.

Because now, they are not just living in Egypt.

They are enslaved. They are under real oppression, real weight, real captivity, waiting for God to make a way where there does not seem to be one. Then God tells them to take a spotless lamb, to sacrifice it, and to put its blood over the doorposts of their homes. When judgment passes through the land, the homes covered by the blood are spared. Death passes over them.

That was the night everything changed. That was the night God marked His people, covered His people, and led His people out of captivity.

And He told them to remember it.

Year after year, they would gather and tell the story again. They would remember the blood. They would remember the deliverance. They would remember that they were once slaves and that God brought them out. And what strikes me so deeply is that while they were remembering something real that had happened, they were also participating in something bigger than they could fully see.

Because the story was never only about Egypt.

It was pointing forward.

It was pointing to Jesus.

When Jesus sat down with His disciples at the Last Supper, He was not just having a meaningful meal before the cross. He was sharing a Passover meal. That matters. He took the bread and the cup and began to reveal what had been there all along. Then, during Passover, He was crucified. Right there in the middle of the very remembrance that had been rehearsing this rescue for generations.

Jesus became the spotless Lamb.

And all of a sudden, what happened in Exodus opens up in an even deeper way. The blood of the lamb in Egypt covered God’s people so death would pass over their homes. The blood of Jesus covers us so that death does not have the final word over our souls. In Exodus, God’s people were delivered from physical slavery. In Christ, we are delivered from sin, fear, shame, striving, and the deeper bondage that keeps us far from the life God has for us.

That is what moves me so much about this.

The same God who made a way for His people then has made a way for us now.

The same God who covered them still covers.

The same God who delivered them still delivers.

And if you have only ever known this story as a holiday, or a tradition, or something you show up for once a year, this is why it matters so much. Jesus is not just a symbol in a springtime story. He is the Lamb who was given so that you could be covered. He is the Savior who steps into the middle of your bondage and leads you out. He is the rescue plan of God, not just for them back then, but for you right now.

Maybe that bondage is obvious. Maybe it is sin you know has a grip on you. Maybe it is fear. Maybe it is shame. Maybe it is the constant pressure to hold your life together, fix yourself, clean yourself up, and somehow become strong enough to save yourself. But the message of Passover, and the beauty of Jesus fulfilling it, is that rescue was never something you could manufacture for yourself.

It had to be provided for you.

That is the gospel.

You do not have to save yourself.
You do not have to stay bound.
You do not have to keep living under the weight of what Jesus came to break.

This is why I cannot see this week as just Easter anymore. Not because Easter is small, but because it is bigger than some of us were taught to see. It is rooted in a rescue story that God has been telling from the beginning. A story of covering. A story of deliverance. A story that finds its fulfillment in Jesus.

It was never just Easter.

It was always about rescue.
Until next time, live through the lens of His grace. 🤍