To my brothers and sisters who walk the Way,
I am Philip. You may remember me from the first days—when I told Nathanael, “We have found the one Moses wrote about.” I was always the one with questions, often trying to make sense of what Jesus meant when He spoke of things beyond this world. But nothing prepared me for the words He gave us that night—His final night before the cross.
It was Passover. A night of remembering deliverance, of celebrating how God brought our people out of Egypt. But this night would become something deeper—infinitely deeper. It was the night He revealed the heart of the kingdom to us, not with a sword in His hand, but with a towel around His waist.
