I Sat On The Ground With The Lamb

I Sat on the Ground with the Lamb

I spent my Easter morning with a lamb.
Not a symbol, not a sermon—an actual lamb.
And in that quiet moment, I was reminded of what today is really about.

It’s not about breakfast.
It’s not about Easter eggs.
It’s about the Lamb.

John the Baptist saw Him coming and said,

“Behold the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world.” (John 1:29)

Later, in exile on the island of Patmos, John saw a vision of the risen Christ:

“Then I saw a Lamb, looking as if it had been slain,
standing at the center of the throne,
encircled by the four living creatures and the elders.” (Revelation 5:6)

This Lamb is Jesus.
Slain. Risen. Exalted.

As I sat on the ground with that lamb this morning, I couldn’t help but remember a scene I once imagined—when God first created the lamb. I picture Him kneeling in the dust, forming it with His hands, and pausing for a moment. Maybe He looked into its innocent eyes and whispered something only the heavens heard. Perhaps there was a tear. He knew the future of this creature. That one day, lambs would be offered as sacrifices. And ultimately, one day, His Lamb—His own Son—would be offered.

These soft, gentle creatures were not an accident. They were made with intention—to reflect something far greater.

Easter isn’t about tradition.
It’s about redemption.
It’s not about a holiday.
It’s about a Lamb.

The Lamb who was slain.
The Lamb who lives.
The Lamb who will one day be at the very center of all things.

So this morning, I sat on the ground with the Lamb.