Have you ever read a book where one character sacrificed himself to save others? I have. It’s a heartbreaking demonstration of love, a paradox where death is what brings life. It reminds me of John 15:13, which says, “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”
I think of several images when I hear the word sacrifice. In a chess game, you often have to sacrifice pieces in order to achieve victory. In life, you may have to give up something you love to bring about something far better. I think of wars where many lives were spent in the hope of changing the world for good.
Sacrifice is a sorrowful thing. If you’re like me, the thought of it grieves you. To me, the rawest picture of sacrifice is that of a lamb. It is Passover week, an important holiday for the Jewish people. The origin of the holiday can be found in the book of Exodus. The Hebrew families in Egypt were commanded to take an innocent, spotless lamb into their home and care for it. Though they must have become attached to it, its blood was required to ward off judgment.
As I considered what to write for this blog post, an idea for a poem came to mind. It isn’t a perfect piece, but I believe it conveys what I need it to.
Happy Passover and Holy Week, friends!