Quick Summary:

There’s an urgency is in the air of this story from Exodus. There’s no time for yeast; no time to boil water. No time to prepare the animal in the usual way—just roast it quickly over the fire. Make certain your shoes are laced and ready, your hiking staff is in hand, your walking clothes are on, your pack is strapped on your back, for the time for which you have been waiting, is at hand; in the morning, you will be refugees.
The contexts may vary, but the experience of exile, the longing for a place to call home, a place where you can take your shoes off and put the walking stick away for a while, these are basic human longings. And our text reminds us of that tonight.

Yet it does more than simply remind. It asserts something. It tells us: This is the Passover of the LORD. That is—it tells us that GOD is somehow mixed up in all this. GOD is at work here, and not just any parochial or territorial God, but a God who aligns himself with those who are in bondage.