When I was growing up, when hearing the Old Testament Passover story from the Book of Exodus, I’d always flinch at the choosing of the year old male lamb “without blemish” to be selected as the sacrifice for the meal, and whose blood was used to mark the doorposts of the homes of God’s people, enslaved in Egypt. His blood spared those residing inside from the angel of death slaying the firstborns, securing the “Passover” of that home, so the lamb became the sacrificial replacement as directed by the Lord Himself. Although I understood the reason for the sacrifice of the perfect lamb, as a child I secretly thought it would be preferable to have a blemish or two, thus avoiding being chosen. What became clear later was that lambs, particularly the ones with blemishes, were doomed to be slaughtered for meat anyway–their death was a certainty.
Only the Passover lamb actually saved lives, lives that were to be liberated from the bondage of slavery. Lives that are liberated from the bondage of sin.
Jesus is the Worthy Lamb, sacrificed so that death will pass over us, that we will be changed forever, freed from who we have been. Death is no longer our certainty.
1 Corinthians 5:7-8