The Holiday Which Must Not Be Named

My dear, dear fellow Christians,

As of this writing, we are almost one month past Valentine's day.  The next holiday is not yet upon us, but I'm already seeing the telltale signs... stores piled with candy and pastel baskets, seasonal "Egg" shaped candy in the convenience stores, and angry posts from Atheists, Pagans, and Messianics all decrying the coming day.

I know, I know!  I hate grouping those three demographics together too!

Sadly, on this issue, they are of one accord.

The Atheists are all like "You're worshiping a rabbit that lays eggs!  How dumb can you be?"

The Pagans are all like "Hey, that's our holiday!  You got the date wrong, and the name, and, like, umm, most of the things, but you did remember the rabbit and the eggs!"

And the Messianics are all like "You're worshiping a rabbit that lays eggs!  How dumb can you be?"

I love Messianics.  I really do.  Heck, on my good days, when I'm Obedient to the Master, I even love the Pagans and the Atheists.

But the Messianics have something to teach us (that the Catholics already know!  Can you believe this?  The Messianics and the Catholics agreeing??) that the Protestant church, as a whole, needs to understand.

This Holiday-Which-Must-Not-Be-Named that is coming up is actually ordained by God. The first 28 verses of Exodus 12 teach us about it.  In Matthew 26:18, the Master says

“Go into the city to a certain man and say to him, ‘The Teacher says, My time is at hand. I will keep (The-Holiday-Which-Must-Not-Be-Named) at your house with my disciples.’ ”

So it's not one of those things we can even argue about whether or not we, as Christians, are supposed to still do... The Master did it, we should as well.

So how do we do that?  We adopt the Jewish name for it, first of all.  Get rid of the E-word and call it what it really is...

PASSOVER

Maybe, if you want to get closer to the Hebrew, you can call it

Pesakh

If you want to get REALLY close to the Hebrew, you can call it

פֶּ֫סַח

But whatever you call it, do yourself a favor: get rid of the E-word, the bunny, and the eggs.  Unless they're made of peanut butter and coated with chocolate.