Pesach

For our last assignment we did a lot of reading around the Lord’s Supper and I was intrigued by the idea that it’s not simply about historical remembrance, but a re-enactment in which the past and the future rush into the present. Lots of writers, including N. T. Wright use the Jewish festival of the Passover to illustrate this concept. So it was fitting that during our last week of term, some Messianic Jews came in to take us through a Pesach Meal at college, in our lecture room - made to look much prettier by Helen & Co!

It tends to go this way at KBC…(or in life?) that there is never just one thing going at once, and this synthesis can have interesting results. Our assignment was due the morning of the Passover Meal, and for some reason, Kim and I had managed to leave most of our writing up till the night before. It was a long night - made more pleasant by the soothing tones of Sufjan and the internet chats to NZ friends and family who were wondering why we were still up in the middle of their day. So I was pretty sleep deprived for this meal and there were definitely moments that were a revelation (the first rule of exegesis is to understand what it meant to the reader then - tadaa!), but I was also a little wary of the whole Israel ‘now’ thing. But that’s okay. Having this experience has shifted my understanding from head knowledge to a little more experiential which aggh, has to be a good thing.

We rounded off the night with some good old fashioned white-board hangman. Which, when I think about it is quite a disturbing game. The right letters or death.