Passover & the Tower of the Flock


The Passover Lamb

The “Tower of the Flock”, or Migdal Eder, was the place where Passover lambs were birthed in Bethlehem. This is most significant because the Tower had a manger and swaddling clothes!

A Little Lamb Story

Let’s go back more than 2000 years ago…. a different time, a different culture

It was the very first day of their first month of Israel’s year – a glorious spring! “Lambing season” had begun! Spring is the time for baby lambs to be birthed. So, the shepherds were in the fields of Bethlehem that night – expecting the births of little lambs. But did they expect the Lamb of God to be born that night? This Lamb of God would be their King of Israel, their Messiah, and the Savior of the whole world!

YHWH God, who created the heavens and the earth, uses His own calendar. The first day of the first month is Nisan 1 and, according to many rabbis, it celebrates the dawn of the creation. How wonderful that Yeshua the Messiah may have been birthed on Nisan 1 since the LORD does bring us new life!

See the VIDEO: “O Little Tower of Bethlehem”

Interesting Facts from Exodus 12:1-14

1. Nisan is the first month of the year. (v2) People have changed their calendar often, but still God keeps His original calendar!

2. Lamb Selection Day was on Nisan 10. (v3) This also was when Jesus Christ rode in to Jerusalem which we now celebrate as “Palm Sunday”.

3. The lamb chosen was to be without blemish, a male, and a year-old. (v5)

4. The lamb was sacrificed on Nisan 14 to be the Passover lamb. Jesus Christ (Yeshua) was crucified on Nisan 14, and He became our Passover Lamb.

5. The blood of the lamb was put on the doorposts and lintel to protect the people within from the judgment of the LORD.

6. The killed lamb was to be roasted and eaten with unleavened bread and with bitter herbs. (v.8)

7. This is the LORD’s Passover. (v11) It should be celebrated yearly forever! (v14)

Question: How can we get the LORD’s judgment to “pass over” us?

Answer: We must believe by faith in the Lamb of God, Jesus Christ, Yeshua, whose blood was shed on the cross! Then God will give you eternal life!

Did you know that Yeshua was crucified on Passover, and raised from the dead on the Feast of Firstfruits? God has a plan and it is in His calendar!

From the book O Little Tower of Bethlehem for children and all ages:

“So, you see,” Micah resumes, “the Passover lambs are birthed in this ‘tower of the flock’ and God’s perfect Passover Lamb will be born there, too! The LORD is incredible in His forethought!

See the VIDEO: O Little Tower of Bethlehem

Yeshua is “the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world”.

Rabbi Jonathan Cahn’s explanation of Nisan 1

HalleluYAH! Night


This was a “HalleluYAH!” night!

Granny Vee and Friendly Phil the Frog visited the mall.  We had children waiting in a  LONG LINE to meet the Friendly Frog.  Whistles with hand-written “HalleluYAH!”s on them were given out along with pictures of Phil. has good, wholesome stories, poetry and Bible studies for children, including the story about our frog:  “Green Frog, Gold Heart”.  We would like children everywhere to learn to the Golden Rule:

“Treat other people as you’d like them to treat you!”

Friendly Phil also has a CD called “Positive Praise!”

Purchase a puppet of Phil. 



Silly Papa and His Not-a-Scent Nose

The beautiful sunny spring day was a perfect day to enjoy the prettiest park in town. At the Cottontail City Commons everything was blooming in glorious colors! Bows the Bunny loved it – especially the purple flowers! She hopped all around smelling the flowers and wiggling her nose in delight! Glitter the Butterfly was flitting back and forth from blossom to blossom. Granny Vee ambled through the gardens, stopping to smell the roses and other fragrant blooms.

But there were also other things to enjoy at the Cottontail City Commons. Buttons the Bunny was playing ball with his friends. Phil the Frog was jumping and splashing in the lily pond. Checks the Chipmunk and Squiggles the Squirrel were having a picnic on their checkerboard tablecloth. The Bard Owl was reciting his poetry for a group of attentive listeners. And Silly Papa was – well, Silly Papa was being Silly Papa!

Whenever Silly Papa came to Cottontail City Commons he clowned around! He came to make people laugh! And today was no exception. He walked around the commons wearing – would you believe? – a big, orange clown nose! And when he squeezed his big, orange nose, it honked loud and clear! “HONK! HONK!”

So here he was on this particular day, honking his nose and wiggling his ears and clowning around. Silly Papa had drawn a big crowd. He juggled balls and honked his nose and people laughed. He did card tricks and honked his nose and people laughed. He did somersaults and honked his nose and people laughed.

In the crowd, a little girl giggled and guffawed. “Ha-ha! Hee-hee! Oh Mommy, he’s so very funny!” She laughed so hard she almost dropped her bouquet of rosebuds that her father had just bought her from a vendor. “Oh, Daddy! Isn’t Silly Papa funny?! He’s the funniest clown I’ve ever, ever seen! Maybe I can be a clown when I grow up.”

Maybe so, Sarah,” smiled her mother.

I want to make people happy, too. And I want to start right now.”

You make us happy, little princess,” said the father warmly.

Good! And I want to make Silly Papa happy, too. I want to do something nice for him because he did something nice for me. He made me laugh… a whole lot! Now, what could I do for him? ” The little girl thought a moment. “I know! I’ll let him smell my flowers.” She took a big whiff. “Maybe I could even give him one, if you don’t mind, Daddy.”

I think that’s a wonderful idea, little princess,” replied the father.

Sarah slipped through the crowd towards Silly Papa.

Silly Papa, would you like to smell my flowers?” Sarah lifted the bouquet towards the big, orange nose.

Silly Papa smiled. “Why, thank you! How sweet of you, Sarah! Don’t mind if I do. Who wouldn’t want to smell such pretty roses?” He started to sniff a bit. His face looked puzzled. “Here, let me just take a bigger whiff of those little buds!”

Papa took a big whiff and shook his head. “That’s seriously weird. Not a scent. I can’t smell a thing.”

Suddenly, he jumped back. “Oh, I get it! Those are those trick flowers that squirt.” He pulled out a phony flower from his pocket. “I’ve got one of those, too!” He squeezed the plastic flower. WHOOOSH! It squirted water.

Sarah smiled. “That’s funny, Silly Papa! But these are not squirting flowers! I just thought you’d enjoy smelling them.”

Are you sure they won’t squirt me?” asked Silly Papa.

I promise they don’t squirt. But they do have a great scent!”

I have a great cent, too, Sarah.” He reached out and pulled a coin from behind the little girl’s ear. “See, it’s a great cent. It may be only a penny but that face on it is Abraham Lincoln, one of the greatest American presidents ever. Yep. That makes it a great cent all right!”

Sarah applauded the trick. “How did you do that?”

Do what? I just wanted to show you the penny that was there behind your ear. Maybe you missed it when you brushed your hair this morning.”

Sarah smiled. “Funny, Silly Papa! Very funny! So now…. what do you think of my roses? Do you like their lovely scent?” She lifted her bouquet again to the orange nose.

Not a scent!” Silly Papa shook his head. “Somebody tricked you. These must be fakes! They sure look real but these rosebuds have no smell at all! Not a scent!”

Of course, they have a smell, Silly Papa. They’re real as real can be!” Sarah took a whiff to reassure herself. “Aaaah! They smell wonderful! Silly Papa, try again.”

Silly Papa took another whiff. “Not a scent! What nonsense is this? Flowers with no scent!”

Sarah was confused. The flowers were so very fragrant. “Well, maybe my buds are too tiny for your big orange nose. Let’s find a bigger flower.” She took his hand and led him over to some big, beautiful roses in full bloom. “Aaaah!” she said, “These smell wonderful! Surely you can smell these roses!”

Silly Papa sniffed and sniffed. “Not a scent! What nonsense! That which you call a rose, or by any other name, should smell sweet! But alas! Alack! Not a scent! Such nonsense!” Silly Papa looked so sad.

The little girl was bewildered. “Come! We’ll find the biggest flower here and then surely you will smell it’s wonderful scent!” Now since it was springtime, the Cottontail City Commons was filled with blossoming bushes and trees and multitudes of flowers. Sarah looked around and spied a blooming magnolia tree. “Oh, magnolias! Surely you will smell them. Here, take a whiff!”

Silly Papa sniffed and sniffed but in the end he could only say, “Not a scent!”

Next they tried the dahlias, then the asters, then the hyacinths. But each time Silly Papa could smell nothing and just muttered sadly, “Not a scent!”

Finally, they gave up and plunked down on a bench right in the midst of the fragrant garden. Granny Vee wandered towards them.

Oh, isn’t it delightful here, my dears!” she exclaimed as she twirled around. “Just smell the aroma of all these flowers! It’s decidedly delightful! Decidedly delightful!””

I can’t smell a thing!” blurted out Silly Papa. “Not a scent! Not a single scent!”

Nonsense!” exclaimed Granny Vee. “With that big, orange nose of yours, you’re telling me, you can’t smell any of the wonderful aroma in the air? That is nonsense!”

That’s just what I’ve been saying! Such nonsense!” echoed Silly Papa. “But wait a minute! I didn’t come here to smell the roses! I came here to make people laugh and instead of making people happy, I’m sitting here all sad! That’s really nonsense!” He jumped up suddenly. “Let’s go make some people happy!” He squeezed his nose. “HONK! HONK!”

Wait another minute!” interjected Granny Vee. “That’s it! That’s why you can’t smell the roses! It’s as big as the nose on your face! In fact, it is that nose on your face! That big, orange nose! That’s why you can’t smell the roses.”

Sarah perked up. “I think she’s right, Silly Papa! Hurry, take it off and see if you can smell my rosebud.”

Take off my nose!” exclaimed Silly Papa playfully. “Seriously? You want me to take my nose off! How can I smell without my nose!? Such nonsense! You expect me to smell without my nose?”

Silly Papa! That’s a fake nose!” declared Sarah. “Of course, you can’t smell with a FAKE nose.”

Fake? If it’s fake, just try taking it off!” dared Silly Papa in fun.

So Sarah pulled at his orange nose but it didn’t come off. Instead it went, “HONK! HONK!” The little girl giggled. She tugged at the nose again. “HONK! HONK!” She giggled again.

Okay! Okay! Take it off yourself, Silly Papa, please! I want you to smell my rosebud,” pleaded Sarah.

Okay, okay! If it will make you happy! Off it comes!” With a big, clownish flourish he pulled off his orange nose causing it once more to sound the loud “HONK! HONK!”

Again Sarah laughed. They all laughed.

Then something sensational happened. Silly Papa started sniffing, and sniffing and his face lit up with delight! “Why the air smells wonderful!”

Sarah jumped up and down happily. “You can smell, Silly Papa! You can smell!”

Well, of course, I can smell! What do you think this is for?” He asked, pointing to his own real nose. “Do you think this schnoz is only good for honking?” He squeezed his own nose but it didn’t honk. “Oh, well, I guess my honker doesn’t honk! But it sure can smell! It can smell the roses!”

He skipped around going from flower to flower. “I can smell the lilies! And the honeysuckle! I can smell the magnolias! Why this garden must be the best smelling place in all of Cottontail City…. and I’ve been missing it!” He took another deep breath. “Aaaah!” Then he leaned over and took a whiff of Sarah’s tiny rosebud. “Now that’s seriously sweet!”

Now in all this sweet-smelling excitement, the big orange clown nose was forgotten. And since it was so very round, it rolled down a slope and hid under a bush.

After Silly Papa had smelled almost every type of flower in the garden, he decided it was time to get back to his other joy: making people laugh.

So here he was again on this particular day, wiggling his ears and clowning around but he couldn’t honk his nose. He juggled balls and people clapped but they didn’t do much laughing. He did card tricks and people were amazed but they didn’t do much laughing. He did somersaults and people applauded but they didn’t do much laughing.

What’s hoppened?” He asked as he sat down next to Granny Vee. He looked a bit sad and no longer noticed the wonderful fragrance of the garden, so concerned was he with the loss of laughter. “I’m not making them laugh like before. Did I lose my funny bone?”

No, Papa,” said Granny Vee caringly. “I think every bone in your body is funny!”

What? You think I’m funny looking?” asked Silly Papa making a funny face.

Don’t be silly!” she chided.

Don’t be silly? But I’m Silly Papa!”

Precisely! See, you haven’t lost a funny bone! Not one! ” declared Granny Vee. “But I do think what’s missing is as plain as the nose on your face!”

My nose is by no means plain, my dear!” Silly Papa said jokingly. “But I get your drift. You mean it’s no honker! I need my honker. Now where is that big orange nose?”

He pulled everyone of his pockets inside out but couldn’t find it.

Just then Sarah came running up. “Silly Papa! Silly Papa! Look what I found! It’s your nose!”

You found my nose! Well, hallelujah!” He started jumping up and down with glee.

He took the orange nose and put it on his face.

Oh, Silly Papa! You look so funny!” Sarah giggled.

Come on, let’s go clown around!” Silly Papa started off.

But Silly Papa, you can’t wear that nose anymore!” exclaimed Sarah.

What do you mean? Of course I can wear this nose,” he replied. “Is it on straight?”

But Silly Papa, you can’t smell the flowers with that nose! Don’t you want to smell the roses? You can’t smell a scent!”

Nope. Not a scent!” Silly Papa smiled.

HONK! HONK!” went the orange nose. Sarah giggled. “HONK! HONK!” Other children gathered around them, chuckling and laughing. “HONK! HONK!” Sarah squealed with delight.

And Silly Papa was – well, Silly Papa was being Silly Papa again! He was very, very happy amidst the sound of happy children’s laughter. It was far, far more precious to him than the scent of even a trillion roses.

The Berry-Red Bunny

a story by Granny Vee

(See the end for Word Tips)

Of Bunnies and Blueberries

This is the story of a little bunny who loved to nibble on cabbage and munch on carrots. True, most bunnies love to eat their veggies. But this little bunny’s very, very favorite treat happened to be berries. And her very, very favorite berries were plump, juicy blueberries. When in season, she ate blueberries with every meal!

She ate blueberry pancakes for breakfast.

She put blueberries in her salad for lunch.

She ate fresh blueberries for an afternoon snack.

For dinner, she made a blueberry sauce and put it over her asparagus.


And on very, very special occasions, including her birthday, she celebrated with blueberry pie a la mode! Of course, the ice cream was blueberry!

Now, don’t you know that blueberries stain? You might think that blueberries would color things blue. But blueberries are only blue on the outside. Squeeze them and they ooze a purplish red! So blueberries stain things a berry-red!

Redness and Rudeness

As you can imagine our little bunny often had red fur all around her mouth and on her paws. About this, rude rabbits often teased her.

“Hey, there goes little red riding hood!” one called after her.

“Can’t you put your lipstick on straight?” mocked another.

The little bunny explained, “I’ve just been eating blueberries. I can’t help it if they stain my fur.”

“If you had been eating blueberries, why aren’t you blue?” taunted a rude rabbit.

“You’re making me very blue!” pouted the little bunny. “Inside my heart is blue.”

“Silly bunny, your heart is red!” shouted the rudest rabbit.

“I mean I’m blue, as in sad,” the little bunny explained.

“Aw. The red bunny is blue. So sad,” teased the rude rabbit.

So the blue berry-red bunny sulked off to be alone. But she was only sad for a short while. Soon she was nibbling more blueberries and she forgot all her blues.

Serendipity Strikes!

One day the little bunny, while out hippity-hopping through a farm, serendipitously stumbled on a big, big bushel filled to the brim with plump, juicy blueberries. Excitedly, she leaped in with all four of her tiny paws into the big bushel! She was in berry heaven! She ate and ate until her little belly was filled to the brim! She hopped home, one very happy hare.

But the little bunny was not only very, very happy – she was also very, very berry-red! Not only did she have a red mouth and a red tongue, but also red paws, a red tummy, and a red everything! Even her cottontail, which had once been white as snow, was very, very berry-red!

Those rude rabbits began to tease her again. Their rude remarks made this very, very red bunny feel very, very blue. With head hung low, she left the company of bunnies to be alone. She meandered her way back to the farm. In a snug little corner, she lay down to sleep.

Soon, along came the farmer and sat down beside her. “Why, it’s a little red bunny!”

The little bunny awoke. “Yep,” she yawned. “I’m all red! I jumped in your bushel of blueberries and it turned me red!”

“Well, blueberries will do that! But you also look blue. You know… the sad kind of blue? Are you that blue?

“Am I blue? Yes, I am blue,” whimpered the bunny.

“So that makes you red, white and blue! At least you’re patriotic!” joked the farmer.

The little bunny laughed. “So I am!”

“See, no need to stay sad,” advised the farmer.

“But those rabbits were teasing me!” insisted the bunny.

“So? Are you going to pay any mind to the taunts of a few rude rabbits?” asked the farmer. “You don’t have to be blue and you don’t have to be red. We’ll just give you a shampoo and wash that red right out of your hair! And besides, there’s always a silver lining to stormy clouds.”

“What does that mean?” asked the bunny.

“You’ll see,” he said mysteriously.

So the farmer took the bunny and shampooed her until she was all snowy white again! Well, the little bunny was tickled pink! (That is to say, she was overjoyed. She was not, of course, pink in color having just been washed white.)

The little bunny was so, so happy that she began to hop all around. She hopped and hopped and hopped right back into the bushel of blueberries! And what do you think “hoppened”? She turned very, very berry-red again!

“Oh, no!” said the farmer. “You’re stained again!”

“Sure am!” the bunny smiled.

Singing a New Song

The little bunny shrugged her shoulders. “You know, Mr. Farmer, I did a lot of thinking while I was hopping. Yes, thinking… and I even wrote a song! From now on, I’ll be singing a new song!”

So what if I’m red from eating blueberries?
I just refuse to be blue.
So what if I’m red? Red can be merry!
I choose not to be blue.

This berry-red bunny is no longer blue
I’m singing a song. Let me give you the news:
This berry-red bunny is no longer blue
I’m singing a song and it’s not the blues

So what if I’m teased? Their words, they are truthless.
I just refuse to be sad!
So what if I’m mocked by those who are couthless?
I choose to be really glad!

This berry-red bunny is no longer blue
I’m singing a song. Let me give you the news:
This berry-red bunny is no longer blue
I’m singing a song and it’s not the blues

So what if they call me names that aren’t true?
I just refuse to take heed
So who cares what they think? I know what I’ll do…
I choose my mood. Yes, indeed!

This berry-red bunny is no longer blue
I’m singing a song. Let me give you the news:
This berry-red bunny is no longer blue
I’m singing a song and it’s not the blues

“That a girl!” said the farmer. “Don’t let any rude remarks dampen your spirits! Personally, I think you’re cute with red fur. But you’re really, really cute when you’re smiling.”

So from that day forward, the little bunny decided not to be gloomy blue over thoughtless, rude remarks.

The Silver Lining

Do you remember the “silver lining” to which the farmer referred? The bunny did find out what he meant. A “silver lining” is the good that comes even from a bad situation. And much good did come about through this bunny’s experience!

You see, the farmer thought that the little bunny looked so cute with red blueberry stains around her mouth, that he photographed her for his berry promotion ads. In return, he offered her all the blueberries she could eat for the rest of her life! So the little bunny never lacked blueberries to eat. Even when they were out of season, the farmer had frozen berries and blueberry jam! She was one very happy hare!

It wasn’t long before she became known far and wide through the ad campaign as the Berry-Red Bunny. Her berry-stained face was everywhere!

Her song This Berry-Red Bunny Is No Longer Blue was being sung by bunnies all over the forests, the fields and the farms! There was not a blue bunny around!

Eating berries, which are very nutritious, became very popular. There were, consequently, many, many happy, healthy hares hopping around. Knowing that she had helped many bunnies become healthier made the Berry-Red Bunny even happier!

The farmer was happy, too, because, he was selling bushels and bushels of plump blueberries.

And the once-rude rabbits finally learned not to tease others and apologized to the little bunny. They all became “true blue” friends and snacked on healthful blueberries together. They all got berry-red mouths, but they all lived hoppily ever after.

The Hippity-Hoppity-Happity End


A la mode = (French) literally, “according to the fashion”
but in relation to dessert = topped with ice cream

patriotic = faithful to one’s country

serendipitously = unexpectedly coming across something good

Discussion Board: (send a comment)
Can you think of a bad situation you experienced that had a “silver lining”?

Challenge: (answers on page 2)
How many expressions can you find that mean “happy”?
How many expressions can you find that mean “sad”?
Colorful Expressions
blue = sad
tickled pink = super happy
true blue = faithful, dependable
white as snow = pure, clean, bright white

Expressions for “sad”
down and out
dampen one’s spirits = to make one sad

Expressions for “happy”
in heaven (“in berry heaven”)
tickled pink

Every cloud has a silver lining.

“Don’t be a rude rabbit!”

Note:  There are some blueberries that are not red on the inside but a light, light almost clear color on the inside.   But this bunny prefers the red insides even though they stain!