First time celebrating Passover. Not an experience I'll easily forget. This ancient tradition proves that God is a poet, using what we can taste and feel and digest to communicate his character. He's the sweet apple hope that smooths out our bitter herbs. And a dozen other promises buried deep in our bellies. Centuries of anticipation fulfilled in the man Jesus - to think we're alive in the epilogue of God's story! To think I assumed it was only Wednesday.