October 5

"It is the Lord's Passover."—Exodus 12:11.

EVERY day let me keep my Passover to the Lord. Not in the sanctuary courts alone, when the bread and wine pass from worshipper to worshipper, but in the home and the workshop and the world.

"In things both great and small, Life should be transfigured all To a high church festival."

Let me begin by putting away the leaven of malice and wickedness from the house of my heart. I shall do well to search for the evil leaven as the Jew did with lighted candles. I ought to pronounce over it his curse, "annulling it, scattering it, counting it the dust of the earth."

And let me eat the bitter herbs of penitence and godly sorrow for my past foolishness and evil. It is fitting that I should humble myself. There is too much reason why I should blush to lift up my face to the Great White Throne. The lowest place is all too lofty for me.

But let me rejoice that the ruddy life-blood of Jesus Christ, Paschal Lamb without blemish and without spot, has been shed for the full and free and present and abiding remission of all my sin. Behind it and behind Him there is safe shelter and unassailable security. There I am "below the storm-mark of the sky, above the flood-mark of the deep."

And so let me sing, morning by morning and night by night, my Hallel, my loud and joyous Passover Psalm: Thou art my God, and I will give thanks unto Thee; Thou art my God, I will exalt Thee.

It is the daily rule and rubric of the Christian life.

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