Friday, April 17, 2026

Paddy Solves the Mystery of the Two Passovers in One Week

 

Paddy the Golden Doodle Solves Another Mystery:

The Greatest Calendar Heist in History: How Jesus Outsmarted Judas with a Water Jug

By Pastor Jim Allen

 

I walked into the study, and there he was. Paddy, my Golden Doodle, was sprawled out on the rug, his paws delicately holding open a copy of the Book of Enoch—specifically the section on the Luminaries.

 

“What are you doing there, Paddy?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

 

Paddy didn’t even look up. He just adjusted his reading glasses (don’t ask me where he got them... I really need to check my Amazon purchase history again) and let out a long, scholarly sigh. “Have you ever wondered why there were two Passovers during Holy Week in 33 AD?”

 

I blinked. “No, I guess I haven’t, Paddy. I usually have my hands full with the sheep and the Sunday bulletin. How were there two Passovers?”

 

Paddy peered over his spectacles. “You would think with your big, fancy theological education, you would know. But you see, that’s the problem with you academics. You spend so much time answering the professors’ questions, you never think to ask and answer your own!” Paddy snipped.

 

I thought for a moment. Paddy had a point. Sometimes in seeking the degree, we forget to learn along the way. To take our own rabbit trails. I was beginning to realize that maybe instead of going to seminary, I should have bought a Golden Doodle in the first place.

 

“Hello, in there!” Paddy barked, snapping me out of my daze. “Did I lose you for a moment?”

 

“Just a moment, Paddy. Please, go on!” I replied, taking a seat.

 

“And,” Paddy continued, finally looking up with that scholarly glint in his soulful brown eyes, “have you ever wondered why Jesus gave orders to follow a man with a pitcher of water (Mark 14:13, Luke 22:10) to find the place where they would hold Passover on a Tuesday night? Talk about a strange ‘GPS’ coordinate, Dad.”

 

“No, I guess I never spent a lot of time on that Scripture, Paddy. Help me out. After all, you are evidently the Second Temple Judaic literature scholar in the family.”

 

Paddy sat up, wagging his tail once—thump—for emphasis. “Grab a stool and listen closely, because I’m about to tell you about the slickest tactical maneuver in biblical history. I call it: The Greatest Calendar Heist in History: How Jesus Outsmarted Judas with a Water Jug.

 

The Ultimate Scheduling Conflict

“Now look, Jim,” Paddy said, pacing the rug like a seasoned professor. “If you’ve ever tried to organize a simple dinner party with twelve of your mates, you know it’s an absolute nightmare. Now, imagine trying to organize a dinner party where the meal is the foundation of a New Covenant, the authorities are out for your head, and one of your twelve mates is actively trying to sell you out to the enemy.”

 

“Sounds like a bad day at the sheep shearers,” I muttered, suddenly wondering why Paddy had adopted a slight Australian-English accent.

 

“Worse! For centuries, scholars have been scratching their heads over a massive plot hole. Matthew, Mark, and Luke make it sound like Jesus and the lads are sitting down for a proper Passover feast. But then John (John 18:28) chimes in and says that on Friday morning, the Pharisees wouldn’t enter Pilate’s headquarters because they didn’t want to be defiled before they ate the Passover. So, did Jesus eat it early, or were the Pharisees just running terribly late?”

 

“Go on,” I replied, leaning forward. He had my total attention now. I was realizing that the Friday Jesus was crucified—alongside the lambs at 3:00 PM in 33 AD—was Passover. So how could Jesus have held the Passover meal that instituted the Lord’s Supper, the Holy Communion, the Holy Eucharist beforehand? I am not too proud to be taught by my Doodle.

 

Paddy tapped his paw on the Book of Enoch. “Jesus had a logistical paradox. He needed to be two things:

1.     The Participant: He had to eat the Passover Meal to institute the bread and the wine... the Lord’s Supper!

2.     The Sacrifice: He also had to be the Passover Lamb, hanging on a Roman cross on Friday afternoon, exactly when the Temple priests were slaughtering the lambs.

“If He waits until the official Friday Passover to eat the dinner, He’s already dead. If He eats it on Thursday night, it’s not a legally recognized Passover, just a very tense Thursday supper.”

 

Operation: Secret Essene

“So, what’s the play?” I asked.

 

“A covert op,” Paddy whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. “In Mark 14, Jesus tells Peter and John to go into Jerusalem. But He doesn’t give them an address. If He gave them an address, Judas—that ultimate snake in the grass—would have slipped out the back door and brought the temple guards to arrest Jesus before the appetizers even hit the table. Instead, Jesus gives them a secret signal: ‘Go into the city, and there you will meet a man carrying a pitcher of water. Follow him.’

 

Paddy gave a little doggy grin. “Dad, in first-century Judea, carrying water from the public wells was strictly women’s work. A man hauling a water pitcher through the streets was about as subtle as a donkey in a tuxedo. He would stick out a mile away! Why was he carrying it?”

 

“I give up, tell me!” I said, anxiously awaiting the answer.

 

“Because he was an Essene,” Paddy replied smugly.

 

“You mean the guys from the Dead Sea Scrolls?”

 

“Exactly! They lived in male-only, ‘guys-only’ monastic communities.”

 

“Not exactly a woke community, huh?” I attempted to joke.

 

Paddy rolled his eyes, ignoring my dad joke entirely, and continued. “No women meant the lads had to fetch the water themselves. By telling the disciples to look for the bloke with the jug, Jesus was sending them straight into the believers of the Essene Quarter of Jerusalem.”

 

The Tale of Two Passovers

“The Essenes hated the official Jerusalem Temple calendar,” Paddy explained, pointing to a chart he’d apparently drawn on a napkin with a Sharpie. “The mainstream priests used a lunisolar calendar based on the moon. But the Essenes? They followed the ancient Book of Enoch, which demanded a 364-day solar calendar. Because their calendar was a perfect mathematical grid, their holidays never shifted. They believed the beginning of each new year should begin on Wednesday just like in Genesis 1 when God created the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars.

 

Feature

The Temple Calendar (Mainstream)

The Essene Calendar (Enochic)

Timekeeper

The Shifting Moon

The Fixed Sun

Passover Day in 33 AD

Friday

Tuesday

The Vibe

Public, official, crowded

Secretive, monastic, rigid

 

“Because the Essenes lived on a totally different timeline, they were prepping their dining rooms on Tuesday, completely ignoring the mainstream world that was waiting for Friday.”

 

Checkmate, Judas

“By utilizing the ‘man with the water,’ Jesus tapped into this alternate, fully legal Jewish timeline. He sat down for a legitimate, culturally recognized Passover meal on Tuesday night. Judas was completely blindsided! He was probably expecting a Thursday betrayal, only to realize the New Covenant had already been instituted right under his nose.”

 

Paddy hopped up onto the armchair, looking incredibly proud of himself. “Even better, a Tuesday Last Supper solves the timeline of the crucifixion. It buys three full days for the legal circus. It gives the authorities time to drag Jesus from Annas, to Caiaphas, to the Sanhedrin, to Pilate, over to Herod, and back to Pilate. Trying to cram all those trials into a few hours between Thursday midnight and Friday morning is a logistical nightmare!”

 

“So, Jesus used the calendar against them?” I asked in awe.

 

“Like a grandmaster,” Paddy said, his tail wagging furiously now. “He wasn’t an Essene—He broke their purity rules constantly by hanging out with tax collectors and healing the lepers—but He used their solar calendar to secure the VIP room. He outsmarted the traitor, instituted the Eucharist, and walked straight into His destiny on Friday afternoon, perfectly on time.”

 

Paddy hopped down and looked back at his book. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to ask Miss Mary to go fetch me a pitcher of water. After all, that is women’s work.”

 

“I wouldn’t do that, Paddy,” I cautioned quickly.

 

“Why not?”

 

“I would leave off the part about it being ‘women’s work’ if you ever want another treat from the Church Secretary!” I replied.

 

“Fair point,” Paddy mumbled.

 

“In any event, Paddy, you are remarkable. A little naïve about office politics, perhaps, but remarkable!”


Pastor Jim Allen is the shepherd of Trinity Evangelical Church and is a doctoral candidate in the study of Biblical Semiotics. If you are interested in further Bible Study, come and join us each Wednesday morning at 10:00 AM in the Trinity Church Fellowship Hall, or on Thursdays at 11:30 AM at the American Legion, or at 1:45 PM at the Senior Citizen Center. Pastor Jim also invites you to Sunday Worship at 10:10 AM at Trinity Evangelical Church located at 505 Mulberry Street, Mount Vernon, Indiana. Call for more information: (812) 838-3805.

 

Thursday, April 9, 2026

Paddy Gets Clipped!

 

Paddy Gets Clipped!

By Pastor Jim Allen and Paddy the Golden Doodle

 

The morning sun streamed across the breakfast table, illuminating my plate of scrambled eggs and the rather large, curly-haired scholar sitting in the chair next to me. Paddy pushed a pair of reading glasses down his fluffy snout with a paw and sighed heavily. He closed his large, leather-bound Bible with a soft thud.

 

“Well, that’s it,” Paddy announced, his tail giving a single, decisive thump against the chair. “No more haircuts for me!”

 

I took a sip of my coffee, amused. “Why is that, Paddy?”

 

“I’m reading the story of Samson over here in Judges,” Paddy explained, tapping the cover of the Good Book. “The guy was a powerhouse. Unstoppable! Then, snip, snip, off goes the hair, and boom… he loses all his supernatural strength. I’m not taking that risk, Dad. These golden curls are the source of my power.”

 

I chuckled, reaching over to scratch him behind his overly-fuzzy ears. “Well, Buddy, that was Samson. You, on the other hand, haven’t been groomed for some time, and quite frankly, you look like a muppet. A cute muppet, but a muppet nonetheless.”

 

“A muppet with the potential to strike down a thousand Philistines with the jawbone of a donkey!” Paddy countered, quoting Judges 15:15 from the Bible. “Or at least a thousand squirrels with the squeaker of a rubber chicken.”

 

“Paddy,” I said, setting my mug down. “Samson was a Nazirite dedicated to God from the womb. Just like Judges 13:5 says: ‘…for the child shall be a Nazirite to God from the womb. He shall begin to save Israel out of the hand of the Philistines.’ His strength wasn’t just some magic trick in the hair itself; the uncut hair was a sign of his covenant with the Lord.”

 

I leaned back in my chair, a memory bringing a smile to my face. “In fact, Paddy, did you know my nickname used to be Sam?”

 

Paddy tilted his head, his floppy bangs completely obscuring his eyes. “Sam? I thought your name was Jim. Wait... Sam, like Samson?”

 

“Exactly,” I said. “When I was a baby, I think my mom really wanted a girl after my older brother, so she just let my hair grow long. My dad thought it was funny and started calling me Samson, which eventually morphed into Sam. Almost everyone called me Samson… everyone except my mom and my girlfriends, that is. The name stuck right up until I left for the Air Force. At that time the military barbers took care of my ‘supernatural strength.’”

 

Paddy’s eyes widened behind his curtain of fur. “So, you know the struggle, Dad! You’ve lived it! You know what happens when the clippers come out. Remember when Samson tore a young lion apart as he would have torn a young goat, and he had nothing in his hand? That’s in Judges 14:6. I could be packing that kind of muscle under this fleece. You wouldn’t want to deprive the Church of their fiercest guardian, would you?”

 

“The only thing you tear apart is the stuffed sheep Grandma bought you last Tuesday,” I reminded him gently. “And your idea of a fierce defense is barking at the mail carrier from the safety of the living room window.”

 

“I’m biding my time,” Paddy huffed. “Besides, you can’t trust anyone with scissors. Look what happened with Delilah in Judges 16. She nagged him daily with her words, urged him until his soul was troubled to death, and then she called for a man to shave off the seven locks of his head. It’s a cautionary tale, Dad. Groomers are just modern-day Delilahs!”

 

“Which brings me to my next point,” I said, trying to suppress a grin. “I’ve already made an appointment for you this afternoon at Amanda Kelly’s K9 grooming salon.”

Paddy gasped, his ears shooting up as much as the matted fur would allow. “Amanda Kelly?! She’s the Delilah of dog groomers! She’s going to rob me of my strength, put bows in my hair, and make me smell like lavender! The Philistines, or the neighbor’s cats… will have a field day!”

 

I laughed out loud. “Miss Amanda might be the Delilah in regard to grooming, but she doesn’t have the other qualities of Delilah, fortunately. Do you know she also has a Doodle? A Bernedoodle.”

 

Paddy’s ears twitched at the mention of a fellow Doodle.

 

“She is a wonderful groomer, and you need to be able to see out from under those bangs,” I reasoned. “Besides, even Samson’s hair began to grow back after he was shaved in prison, as Judges 16:22 points out. Your strength will return. And in the meantime, you’ll stop tripping over your own feet on the way to your food bowl.”

Paddy sighed, looking down at his paws, which were indeed starting to resemble oversized fuzzy slippers. “Fine. But if I lose the ability to open the pantry door with my nose, that’s on you.”

 

“I’ll take that chance,” I laughed, tossing him a piece of bacon. “Now finish your breakfast, Samson. You’ve got a date with the clippers and Delilah… I mean Amanda!”

 

 

Pastor Jim Allen is the shepherd of Trinity Evangelical Church. Pastor invites you to come and check us out each Sunday for worship at 10:10 AM. Starting on Sunday May 24th through the last Sunday of September we will be having Church on the River each Sunday at Riverbend Park at 8am. Everyone is welcome, including your dogs, cats and even your in-laws! Delilah’s’ are always welcome!