The Passover: A Short Story



Ty’Ron W. C. Robinson II

An uproar had been ongoing in a small county concerning the event known as Easter. Two men appeared before a crowd of the county’s residents, stating the truth of Easter and exposing its pagan history and roots. The two men spoke to the crowd about the word "Easter" and how it refers back to the pagan goddess known as Astarte or Ishtar. They even went into detail of how the rabbit and eggs came about into the pagan holiday.

“The rabbit is an unclean animal. Why would you people entertain such an abomination.” One man said.

“The rabbit is also a symbol for fertility and the eggs deal with fertility rights as well. In the ancient days, the eggs would be colored with blood and placed on grounds concerning their worship toward their pagan goddess.”

A middle-aged man in the crowd approached the two men speaking. He appeared very angry at their words and couldn’t hold in his emotions toward them.

“You two are just trying to ruin our traditions! We didn’t ask for you to come here and talk to us about its history.”

“If you are were true believers as you say, you would be partaking in the Passover. The first of the Most High’s feasts and the beginning of the new year. Exiting the dead season and coming into the season of life.”

“January is the beginning of the new year!” A woman yelled. “What are you talking about?!”

“To you and this world, yes. But to the Yahweh’s people, Passover is the beginning of the year.”

“What are you guys talking about? We praise the name of Jesus every Easter. We eat lamb every Easter. We know what we’re doing and the Lord knows our hearts.”

“That they’re desperately wicked and who can know them but the Father.” The men said.

“We know why we partake in Easter. We’ve been doing it since the time of our parents, grandparents, and so on! Leave us be!”

The two men turned to one another. They agreed to leave, but decided to give the crowd one last warning that concerns themselves and their partaking of Easter.

“We leave this last message. For those of you who will not be partaking in the pagan day of Easter, leave this county before dark and find shelter in the wilderness. As for those of you who will be partaking in worship your pagan goddess. You all will be slaughtered before sunrise by what we’ve grown to call, an Overseer. We leave you, Shalom.”

The two men walked away and left the county. Only a few in the crowd took the two men’s warning seriously and left the county. Most of the people stayed in the county and partook in the worship of Astarte. Later that night, a full moon shined down upon the county as the people partook in the celebration of Easter. Some even presented carved images of Astarte.
“I will say those men were telling the truth.” One man said to the people. “But we love our traditions.”

The people partied and drank for most of the night. They later ate a table full of lamb, swine, and even shrimp. They ate until they could not even lift a spoon or fork to put in their mouths. They were drunk off of the wine and beer they drank. Some of the men swapped wives and laid with them that night in their homes.

While they partied and worshiped Astarte, walking in the wilderness nearby was a figure that carried a hybrid weapon of a machete and axe. The figure paused as it look out to toward the county, hearing the reveling and partying of the people. The figure proceeded to enter the county. The figure looked like a human, but from its presence, through discernment of spirit, you could tell it wasn’t a human being.

People ran out of their houses and into the streets, dancing and partying. Bringing the party to the outside. But, when they turned and looked, they seen the figure slowly walking toward them. Believing it to be some form of a joke being played by someone who lived in the county. They laughed it off and walked toward it.

“What are you doing dressed like that?!” A man said. “Who are you playing a joke on?”

The figure raised its arm and swiped the weapon toward the man, slashing his neck. As he falls to the ground, the figure walks over his body and proceeds to slaughter everyone else in its sights. From that night until sunrise, the figure slaughtered and killed every man, woman, and child that was dwelling in the county and even destroyed their Easter images and smashed the carved images of Astarte. Leaving most of it in the streets. As the sun began to rise, the figure vanished into the wilderness.

Within a few hours after sunrise, the residents that fled the county returned to see the streets filled with the dead and their blood flowing. The county still stood, but its Easter images and artifacts were destroyed. A man looked down and seen the smashed Astarte statue. He looked up and turned to his wife.

“Those men were right. The Overseer came and cleansed this place.”

“We were warned and they were warned.” His wife said.

“Yes. Honey. We have to thank God for it. Greatly.”

After cleaning up the county, the remaining residents removed all the images of Easter within their homes and burned them. They later decided to partake in Passover rather than the pagan day of Easter. During the night, a young boy living in the county had a dream where he seen the two men appear to the county again, proclaiming that the Overseer would return if they continue to keep their traditions rather than converting to the Laws of Yahweh and keeping his holy feast days. In the dream were images concerning Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Sunday Worship, and even their birthday celebrations.

In the morning, the boy awoke and told his mother and father about the dream. They rubbed it off, saying that it was only a dream and nothing more. Within a few months, the two men returned and gave warnings concerning the other pagan holidays and declaring the Overseer would return.