Passover Glory

by Tomás J. Fernández

There are moments when protection is not just needed…it becomes the difference between life and loss.

Not always visible.Not always understood.

But real.

You sense it in the weight of the world…in the quiet awarenessthat not everything moving through lifeis meant to touch you.

And somewhere within, a deeper question begins to rise:

What is covering me?

There is a story written long before us—

of a people standing on the edge of deliverance.

They had known oppression.They had cried out.They had seen signs and wonders unfold before them.

And yet, in the final moment,they were asked to do something simple…and profound.

To mark the doorway.

Not with strength.Not with striving.

But with obedience.

It did not look like much.

A covering placed where judgment would pass. A sign that spoke without words:

This house is under protection.

And in the night that followed,something unseen moved through the land.

But where the covering was present…it did not enter.

It passed over.

There is a mystery in this.

Because the protection was not based on perfection.Not on worthiness.Not on having everything right.

It was based on what had been applied.

And even now,that same truth echoes forward.

There is a covering that still speaks.

A protection that does not come from your abilityto guard every entrance…but from what has already been given.

You may not always seewhat you are being spared from.

You may not recognizewhat has passed bywithout touching you.

But that does not mean it was not there.

Passover glory is quiet in that way.

It does not announce itself loudly.It does not draw attention.

It simply covers…

and causes what would have enteredto move on.

There is rest in this.

Not the rest of indifference…but the rest of knowingyou are not exposed.

And as you continue to walk—learning to guard the heart,learning to rest under His wings—

this covering becomes something you begin to trust.

Not just once.

But again and again.

Because the heart that is coveredis never left to stand alone.

Passover Glory -

Imagine a rescue from your worst nightmare, where God himself leads you out of your crisis! In the Hebrew story the Jewish people had become slaves to the Egyptians. Once upon a time, a favored ally, but now an abused shell of a nation.

We can fall into despair as well, favored and now trapped. This very relatable oppression was the inspiration for this painting. Does God still lead people out of dire conditions? He does!

His Promise says, “All things are possible for him who believes, and God is a rewarder of the person the earnestly seeks him – without faith it is impossible to please God. Dare to believe – call out!

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An original poem –

Passover Glory in the darkest night

Despair finds its way in when nobody is looking

Never through the entrance gates

Never when you are looking

Who is qualified to rescue

Especially when the reasons are my own

It’s not fair

Where does harshness and abuse come from

How will it ever leave

There is a power that rescues

A shepherd who leaves the 99 to find the missing

The one who has wandered and is tormented by despair

Armies of Hell may be thundering in your direction

There is a saving standard raised

A place of intersection where Heaven and Earth cross

There is an appointment for deliverance

Holy fire and incense fill the night and day

Your path through the impossible is opening

Never early never late

Eternity’s Gates are opening

Armored guardians pray as Liberation is celebrated

Joy will propel the faithful to a Promised Land