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Copyright © 2026 Christian Revival Church
PASSOVER WEEKEND AT CRC
3-5 APRIL 2026
This Passover, join us for our annual Passover Weekend at CRC starting with our Good Friday service and ending with our world-class Passover Production as we walk through the week that changed everything. From the streets of Jerusalem to the empty tomb, experience the greatest story ever told, brought to life on stage.
The tomb is empty. The story is not over. This is not just a story from two thousand years ago. This is the story that still breaks chains, still restores the broken, and still calls every human heart by name. Come and experience it for yourself.
GOOD FRIDAY
Join us for a powerful morning of worship and reflection as we honour the sacrifice that changed everything.
Friday, 3 April 2026 | 09:00
Locations: CRC Bloemfontein, Pretoria, and Johannesburg.
RESSURECTION SUNDAY
Join us as we celebrate the hope of the Resurrection and the new life we have in Jesus on Sunday morning across all CRC Churches.
Experience a powerful morning of worship and joy as we celebrate our living Saviour.
PASSOVER PRODUCTION
Experience the story of the ages brought to life through our world-class Passover Production.
This is not just a story from two thousand years ago, this is the story that still breaks chains, still restores the broken, and still calls every human heart by name. Come and experience it for yourself.
For thousands of years, a promise had been spoken through prophets, written in Scripture, and carried in the hearts of a people waiting for their Deliverer. The world was ready, though not in the way it expected. A King was coming. And nothing would ever be the same…
He rode in not on a war horse, but on a donkey. The crowds lined the streets, waving palm branches and laying down their cloaks, crying “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”
Jesus taught in the temple, answering every trap set by the religious leaders with wisdom they could not argue against. And in the middle of it all, He stopped. Not for the powerful or the prominent, but for a poor widow who quietly dropped two small coins into the offering. “She gave everything she had,” He said. Heaven sees what the crowd ignores.
Jesus entered the temple and found it consumed with noise but empty of worship. In righteous anger, He drove out the merchants and money changers, declaring, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves.’ True worship was being restored, and the religious leaders who profited from the corruption began seeking a way to destroy Him.
While Jerusalem prepared for Passover, a quiet and heavy shift occurred in the shadows. One of the Twelve, Judas Iscariot, slipped away to meet with the religious leaders. For thirty pieces of silver, the price of a common servant, he agreed to hand over the Son of God.
A line was crossed that night that Judas would not be able to uncross. Yet, even in the face of this ultimate betrayal, Jesus remained in control. He knew the cost, He knew the heart of His friend, and He still moved toward the cross. The stage was set for the sacrifice that would change everything.
He rode in not on a war horse, but on a donkey. The crowds lined the streets, waving palm branches and laying down their cloaks, crying “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”
Jesus entered the temple and found it consumed with noise but empty of worship. In righteous anger, He drove out the merchants and money changers, declaring, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves.’ True worship was being restored, and the religious leaders who profited from the corruption began seeking a way to destroy Him.
Jesus taught in the temple, answering every trap set by the religious leaders with wisdom they could not argue against. And in the middle of it all, He stopped. Not for the powerful or the prominent, but for a poor widow who quietly dropped two small coins into the offering. “She gave everything she had,” He said. Heaven sees what the crowd ignores.
While Jerusalem prepared for Passover, a quiet and heavy shift occurred in the shadows. One of the Twelve, Judas Iscariot, slipped away to meet with the religious leaders. For thirty pieces of silver, the price of a common servant, he agreed to hand over the Son of God.
A line was crossed that night that Judas would not be able to uncross. Yet, even in the face of this ultimate betrayal, Jesus remained in control. He knew the cost, He knew the heart of His friend, and He still moved toward the cross. The stage was set for the sacrifice that would change everything.
In an upper room, Jesus gathered His disciples for the Passover meal. He knelt and washed their feet, the King taking the lowest place in the room. He broke bread and poured wine, establishing a new covenant sealed not in law, but in love. Then He went to the Garden of Gethsemane, fell to His knees, and prayed: “Not My will, but Yours be done.” Before the cross, there was surrender.
Betrayed. Arrested. Denied by His closest friend. Beaten, mocked, and condemned by the very people He came to save. He bore the weight of the cross through the streets of Jerusalem to a hill called Golgotha. There, at the ninth hour, He gave up His spirit, declaring: “It is finished.” In that moment, the veil of the temple tore in two from top to bottom. The way to God was open, the Lamb of God had taken away the sin of the world.
In an upper room, Jesus gathered His disciples for the Passover meal. He knelt and washed their feet, the King taking the lowest place in the room. He broke bread and poured wine, establishing a new covenant sealed not in law, but in love. Then He went to the Garden of Gethsemane, fell to His knees, and prayed: “Not My will, but Yours be done.” Before the cross, there was surrender.
Betrayed. Arrested. Denied by His closest friend. Beaten, mocked, and condemned by the very people He came to save. He bore the weight of the cross through the streets of Jerusalem to a hill called Golgotha. There, at the ninth hour, He gave up His spirit, declaring: “It is finished.” In that moment, the veil of the temple tore in two from top to bottom. The way to God was open, the Lamb of God had taken away the sin of the world.
A heavy stillness fell over the land. While His followers hid behind locked doors in grief and fear, the world attempted to finalise His death. The tomb was sealed, a Roman guard was stationed, and a massive stone was rolled into place. Hope, it seemed, had been buried, but the silence of the Sabbath was merely the breath before the life…
On the first day of the week, before the sun had fully risen, the women came to the tomb with spices. They found the heavy stone rolled away and an empty grave. There, an angel met them with a declaration that would echo through all of eternity: “He is not here. He has risen, just as He said.” Death was defeated. The grave could not hold Him. The story that began in a garden and carried through a cross did not end at a tomb, it is still being written in every heart that believes today.
A heavy stillness fell over the land. While His followers hid behind locked doors in grief and fear, the world attempted to finalise His death. The tomb was sealed, a Roman guard was stationed, and a massive stone was rolled into place. Hope, it seemed, had been buried, but the silence of the Sabbath was merely the breath before the life…
On the first day of the week, before the sun had fully risen, the women came to the tomb with spices. They found the heavy stone rolled away and an empty grave. There, an angel met them with a declaration that would echo through all of eternity: “He is not here. He has risen, just as He said.” Death was defeated. The grave could not hold Him. The story that began in a garden and carried through a cross did not end at a tomb, it is still being written in every heart that believes today.
The empty tomb was not the end of the story, it was the beginning of a new one. The same Jesus who walked the dusty roads of Jerusalem, who surrendered in Gethsemane, and who conquered the grave on Sunday, is the same Jesus who invites you into a life of hope today.
This Passover, we don’t just remember a historical event; we celebrate a living Saviour. Whether you are carrying the weight of a ‘Friday’ or sitting in the silence of a ‘Saturday,’ know this: the stone has been rolled away. The way is open. Come and see for yourself, and invite your world!