Creating Space

My life has always been on a journey into the great unknown of the world to discover deeper love amidst beautifully diverse people.  And along that journey, I grew closer to the Father, to the greatest love the world has ever known.  My relationship went deeper as mentors spoke into my life with truth, destiny, and purpose.  I understood more about how I should live as I studied books that others wrote.  The Father was around every corner through community.  And while I am still in a season marked by community, I felt stripped, bare, vulnerable, empty.  The Father felt distant, and it was a constant battle to convince myself that He was near.  I had to depend on what I knew was true and not what I felt.

As I am walking through this dry period, I am confident this will be the richest and most beautiful journey yet to unfold. My journey with the Father thus far has been so heavily influenced by others.  It is as if I was pursuing the Father by bumming off the revelation of others.  I was depending on their passion, their pursuit, and their wisdom to better understand the Father, to better hear the Father, to better know the Father.  And they carried me this far.  They carried me to a place where I was confident stepping into the Father’s will for my life, where I knew truth firmly enough that my faith would never be burned away.  They gave me a resolve.  And for all of that, I am forever grateful.  But in stepping out, I never realized how I had depended on others in my walk with the Father.  And suddenly, they were not there.  Suddenly, I felt like I had been dragged into a desert and every connection point to the Father through others was severed.  And as I stand in the dryness, looking at the ropes where all those connections once had been were now frayed and broken, I felt alone. I felt abandoned.  I felt distant.  I felt lost.

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And I found myself crying for no reason.  I found myself unable to read the scripture because it was empty and void of all meaning, as if the very Spirit that gave it life had left me behind, too.  I couldn’t go to a traditional “church” because it was too different to bear and to me, it was empty.  And so I did all I knew to do.  I worked hard at the reason the Father brought me here: teaching. It was my final connection to something that was a constant pursuit of my heart with the Father. I found community with those at the school, and while it was challenging and meaningful, it wasn’t a direct connection to the Father for me. Nothing was as I expected.  Nothing was perfect.  Nothing was “living the dream.” Where are you, Abba? Why can’t I feel you with me? Why can’t I hear your voice? Why do I feel lost? I knew I was where I belonged. I knew I was in His will for my life.  I knew He would never leave me or forsake me, so why did I feel forsaken?

And as I began to acknowledge this desert, this place of severed ties, this place of emptiness, I started to hear Him again.  He was in a song blasting through my ear buds that flooded my heart with tears.  He was in the sunrise.  He was in the dove swooping down in front of me on my jog.  He was in the littlest things that affirmed my heart He was there.  Yet, He remained mostly silent. Then, without saying a word, in the quiet reflections of the new community placed in my life, His grace began to heal my heart of all the pain of this emptiness, and I heard, “All your connections are broken. It’s you and me. Nobody else.  What are you going to do? Will you pursue me for yourself? No one will carry you anymore.”

And as I began to talk it out with a friend who has allowed Holy Spirit to continue to work out all of the messiness and emptiness I was feeling without providing the answer, it felt like I was slipping into striving again.  And I found myself back peddling without the words to express what I was saying.  It wasn’t that this revelation was about striving toward God, which is what it felt and sounded like.  It wasn’t as if the weight was all on me. But it is as if I just need to step out; I just need to do something.  Then she said it, “You just create the space.  He fills it.” And it was like this “Ah-hah!”

I haven’t got it all figured out.  I am not saying the church is bad.  I am not saying the whole of scripture is bad or flawed. I am not saying every relationship that has drawn me closer to the Father is bad.  It has all led me to this point where I could go so much deeper with the Father than ever before.  I am simply realizing that my walk with Him never had to be defined by time in scripture and prayer.  That isn’t the only formula for intimacy with the Father.  Church, scripture, prayer, Christian books, seminars, teachings, podcasts, community of believers are all fine and wonderful as an outside influence, but they are not my connection to the life-source. I must be connected with the life-giving Father on my own.

Creating space could be going for a walk to meditate on His truths and listen to His voice.  Creating space could be running and letting yourself just push past every worry and anxiety to focus on breathing in His peace.  Creating space could be blogging about everything He has been revealing to you, and giving yourself a space to process it all.  Creating space could be reading a passage of scripture and listening for His teaching to peer through the text.  Creating space could be weeping for the nations and crying out to the Harvester. Creating space could be stopping work for five minutes to just breathe and listen.  Creating space could be pausing the chaos to praise His name.  Creating space could be painting a picture He gives you.  Creating space is not limited to input reading, output praying. Creating space is this: He speaks, I listen, and then I obey.

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Finding Out Time Doesn’t Heal All Wounds

We always hear, “Time heals all wounds.” What if it doesn’t? What if time doesn’t bring your grandmother back? What if time doesn’t take away the pain you feel when you remember a tragedy you faced? What if time really doesn’t heal at all, only covers it up, like putting a rug over a stain and calling it “healed.”

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A few weeks ago, I was invited to a Friday night party with fellow Christian workers.  I worked late that night on a crafty project, which to me really isn’t work.  Once I finally got to the party, the Jack Daniels and Coke and the Sake had already been taken out and poured.  I probably seemed somber, and I bet everyone thought it was because I was tired from all the stress at work.  You can read about that on our family blog. But what the crew didn’t know is that I was uncomfortable.  I was questioning how these God-fearing people could be drinking liquor.  I understand beer and wine, but why hard liquor? And then the uncomfortable feeling became sadness and pain.  It was like my heart was an orange being squeezed into juice. I found myself asking why I felt such grief and pain by my friends’ choices?

Was it some form of pride? Perhaps.  I did find myself thinking and feeling like they had been removed from a pedestal, as if I was somehow better than them because I chose to abstain from alcohol.  Was the pain just me looking my pride in the face and finding it to be as ugly as a rose dying in a vase with mold wrapped around its stem? That may have been part of it, but that wasn’t all of it.  Then it hit me like a 100 million volts of electricity, a lightning bolt of emotion.  This restricted feeling on my heart was the exact same pain I felt six and a half years ago.

On March 12, 2011, I was on my way back to college from a leadership training in New Mexico.  We had stopped the van to eat lunch at a church fellowship hall.  I remember looking at my phone and seeing that I missed a call from my mom.  Thinking nothing of it, I called her back.  And as she spoke the words, “Your brother has been in an accident.” I hit the grass like a comet plummeting to earth.  I felt the squeezing on my heart, as all the joy and hope drained from it, like juice from an orange.  She explained how my 20-year-old brother had driven drunk, and he rolled his car in every direction.  She was on the way to the hospital to be with him.  He was in critical condition. As the story unfolds, we find that by all logic, we should have lost my brother that day.  My comfort became knowing God spared his life when alcohol tried to take it.  My prayer became a plea to let this wake my brother up to the eternal fate of his own soul. And I moved on, a little broken, yet grateful.  Time heals all wounds.

I had no idea that the wound was so deep from my brother’s accident.  I had no idea how much it had affected my view of alcohol.  I had debated and discussed with people about the topic.  My head knew that it was theologically permissible, though potentially dangerous.  I knew it wasn’t inherently bad in moderation with incredible self-control, even though I had made the choice to abstain. Yet, here I was feeling so wounded and concerned for my friends, wishing they would choose something else.

Once again, I put the rug over the wound.  Nobody is supposed to see that stain.  I couldn’t look at my friends for a couple of days without thinking about the stain under the rug, but by Monday, everything was good again. It became like a distant memory yet again.  Then yesterday morning, I cracked open my Bible to Romans 14.  Paul is addressing judgemental Christianity. He refers to the strong in faith being able to eat anything and the weak choosing to abstain from eating meat.  His warning to the meat eaters was to not hold contempt toward the abstainers. His warning to the abstainers was to not judge or look down on those who ate meat.  And I immediately made the connection to alcohol, knowing this was in part what I did to my friends.

On one hand, I found myself repenting for my own pride and judgements against my brothers and sisters in Christ.  I am not better than them for abstaining, and I know that. Yet out of the wound of my heart oozed a bit of pride and ugly judgmental thoughts.

On the other hand, I found myself praying a prayer of inner healing.  As I closed my eyes and remembered the events of that horrific day, I asked God where He was in the memory.  He first showed me the army of angels, linked hand in hand, engulfing the car like a sheath.  He then showed me how He put his body across my brother’s body, holding him back from the life robbing damage that could have happened. Then He showed me that while I was on the ground broken and weeping, His arm was around me like a cloak of comfort. And the wound I didn’t know I had began to heal a little bit.

I don’t know if or when I will be able to withstand an environment of hard liquor without feeling the pain of my brother’s accident.  For now, I am choosing to not let time heal my wound, but to let the Healer heal my wound.  Don’t just cover up your pain, and hope nobody sees it.  Seek the one who can treat the stain, the one who knows your pain, the one who can remove the sting. Time alone doesn’t heal all wounds, but the Lord of Time, God Almighty, heals all wounds, but that does take time.

The Plight of the Prophet

I can only imagine the high and low Isaiah must have felt at his commissioning.

So often, we focus on the first half of this chapter, Isaiah 6, in which Isaiah sees a marvelous vision of the throne room of heaven.  “I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of his robe filled the temple…” We see where Isaiah gets wrecked in a good way with God, and experiences the unwarranted favor of the Lord, a measure of grace that is beyond his time.

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Then God asks, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?”  How could Isaiah not jump at the chance?  After having such a life changing revelation of the holy power and yet grace of God, how could he not commit his life to the work of the Lord?  And his reply confirms it, “Here I am! Send me.”  In a place of total humility and surrender because of what he witnessed, he commits everything, not knowing what he signed up for.

God must have known just how difficult Isaiah’s task would be emotionally.  He must have known that Isaiah was going to need a reference point to hold onto, which is why Isaiah must have been commissioned in such a bold fashion.

I have been meditating and chewing on the commissioning of Isaiah for a few weeks, and I thought there was a glimmer of hope in God’s words:

Go, and say this to the people: “Keep on hearing, but do not understand; keep on seeing, but do not perceive.” Make the heart of this people dull, and their ears heavy, and blind their eyes; lest they see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed.

Then [Isaiah] said, “How long, O Lord?”

And [God] said, “Until cities lie waste without inhabitant, and houses without people, and the land is a desolate waste, and the Lord removes people far away, and the forsaken places are many in the midst of the land. And though a tenth remain in it, it will be burned again, like a terebinth or an oak, whose stump remains when it is felled.” The holy seed is its stump.  (Isaiah 6:9-13)

When I first read the, “lest they see with their eyes… and turn and be healed,” part, I thought there was a glimmer of hope.  I thought God was saying to keep proclaiming this message so maybe, just maybe, they would turn from their wicked ways and seek God again.  I thought it was the unrelenting nature of God. But as I delved into the Hebrew text and studied it as best I can, that is not what God asked of Isaiah.  Here is the best Megan paraphrase based on my study of the text:

Go and say this to Israel: “You listen with your ears and not your heart.  You see with your eyes, and not your inner man.” I want you to continue to tell them this until they are callous, blind, deaf, indignant, and unresponsive.  If you don’t, they will turn and be healed… I want you to keep saying this message until everything is utterly destroyed, burned away, removed, and forsaken.  When I have finished, all that will remain is a stump, a holy seed for me to replant and regrow.

Do you see the hopelessness in Isaiah’s commission?  God is basically asking, commanding, Isaiah to preach a message in which nobody will hear.  Isaiah is prophesying to Israel through the Assyrian invasion, through the time when God is allowing Israel to be utterly destroyed for their wickedness and whoring after other gods. God is so done with Israel’s unfaithfulness, that He doesn’t want them to repent.  God will always come to the rescue of the repentant heart, so He wants to make them dull and callous to the truth.  Yet, He still wants truth to be preached knowing that it will not be received! All to weed out the remnant of Israel that will faithfully seek God and be replanted, the holy seed.

I can just picture the devastation of God’s request.  I can just imagine the agony of preaching to a people you love and watching them continue to run away from God.  It is heart shattering.  And it must have been in these low moments, that Isaiah remembered his throne room experience.  He must have remembered the holiness of the Lord, the majesty and splendor.  He must have remembered how utterly ruined he felt as the angel touched a coal to his lips.  He must have remembered the extreme measure of grace he was given, and out of a love and obedience to the holy God, he found the strength to continue.

We live in a world of people calloused to the word of God.  We are commanded to continue to preach, to love, to minister, to share the truth of God to a people who may or may not turn to God.  Still, we must never give up.  We must keep preaching, keep fighting, keep interceding, until nothing is left in the world.  We must persevere with Christ until the world is utterly destroyed and the return of the Lord is imminent. And what is our strength? Remembering who God is and where His grace has brought us.  Grace empowers us to live a holy life surrendered to God, especially when the task is daunting and heart shattering.

Jeremiah is known as the weeping prophet, but I am sure Isaiah had his share of weeping, too.  Perhaps this is the plight of the prophet, the mouthpieces of the Lord, to see the destruction of mankind, yet feeling powerless to remove it. If God told you to preach something, proclaim His truth even though it wouldn’t be heard, would you endure the heart ache?

Stop. Look. Remember.

I’ve always had a sense of wonder at the universe and creation. I could fall asleep (and have) gazing at the billions of stars on a clear night.  I could stare at them for hours in complete wonder at the burning balls of gas that twinkle and shine and exist for no purpose other than to point to their creator.  I could watch the sun set on a flat horizon for days, amazed by the splendor of its painter.  I could rest on a beach with my toes in the edge of the water and watch the waves come in with serene ferocity.  I could even stare at the mountains, especially when they are capped with snow, amazed at how they command my attention. In all of it, I am drawn to the Creator God, the God of the Universe, Yahweh.

As I stepped out of the grocery store this morning, my eyes were immediately drawn to the splendor of Pike’s Peak.  It had crisp lines of white snow and then black and brown earth.  It contrasted the brightness of the clear blue sky.  And I paused to just soak it in and thank God for its beauty.  So many times I take this beauty for granted.  I “see” it every day as I’ve lived in this gorgeous city for the last 3 years.  But I don’t always see it.  Sometimes I forget it is even there.  Sometimes I go about my day doing my own thing, and I forget about the beauty of creation around me.  And as I stood there in the grocery store parking lot just pausing to view creation, I was amazed at how it commanded attention, how it screamed, “Look at me! Look at how beautifully I am created! Isn’t my Creator wonderful?” And I thought, how could I forget you were here?

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This morning’s view from the Mesa Overlook.  Look at that white cap mountain! It was captivating! #NoFilter

In Psalm 78, the writer says this of Israel:

“They forgot what he had done—the great wonders he had shown them, the miracles he did for their ancestors on the plain of Zoan in the land of Egypt… They did not remember his power and how he rescued them from their enemies. They did not remember his miraculous signs in Egypt, his wonders on the plain of Zoan (11-12; 42-43 NLT, emphasis added)

This psalm is historical in nature as the writer is urging his listeners to learn from their past as he recounts the mighty works of God and the forgetful responses of the Israelites. It is so easy to look back and call Israel foolish for how they abandon and forget God, but it is equally easy to fall into the same trap.  How many times do we forget about God just like I forget about the mountains?  How many times do we get wrapped up in church culture and the good Christian checklist that we subconsciously have and forget God? How many times do we get caught up in doing the Christian thing that we forget about the One we are actually supposed to be seeking?  Or how many times do we do our own thing in the craziness of life and forget to even give God attention at all?

Sometimes God is in the routine and the business and you know He is with you, and then all of a sudden, like a beautiful mountain scene commanding your attention, God says, “Look at me! Pause and rest and look at me! Look how I am active in your life!  Look how I love you! I want to be deep and intentional with you today.”

Sometimes God pulls us out of the chaos that squanders our time with Him, pulls us out of the disobedience, out of the cycle of living by the world and says, “Look at me! I am still here!  Why don’t you look to me anymore? Look how I love you!  I long to spend time with you!” He commands out attention.

Don’t forget God.  Don’t forget His miracles.  Don’t forget how He has picked you up and chosen you. Don’t forget how He loves you.  Don’t forget about the miracle of life that He has given you.  Don’t forget how He shows up and has shown up in your life.  Maybe you don’t see Him now, but look for Him, seek Him, and remember who He has always been because that is who He will always be.

Sometimes we have to pause and remember who God is and what He has done.  Sometimes we need to pause and remember to look at the mountain and see the one who created it.  I don’t want to forget God and all He has done, and I am so grateful every time He commands my attention and draws me deeper. God is commanding your attention today and saying, “Pause and look at me! Let me share my heart with you! Remember me!”

 

Fan Girl Praise

My husband and I have had the privilege of attending the Denver Comic Con the last two years to celebrate our anniversary.  We are just that adorably geeky!  We are even planning on going this year, and we are excited! Because of these cons, we have decorated our bedroom with signatures of all the famous people we have met.  We call it Nerdvannah.  Hands down, my favorite actor we have met was Cary Elwes.

Typically, when you stand in line to meet any of the actors at comic con, they are standing or sitting behind a table next to a staff person who collects the money and asks if there are any special requests for the signature and basically gets everything set up for the celebrity to sign and say hello. That is what usually happens.  Not Cary.  With every other actor, you are lined up in front of the table and you can see how the celebrity interacts with each of the fans. Not Cary.

Cary’s line went all the way up to a curtain. Perhaps he was protecting himself and keeping people from snapping illegal photos, but that isn’t how it seemed.  When we finally were let behind the curtain, we were met with the same staff person that orders all the details.  We handed her our “As You Wish” book for Cary to sign, and she placed it further down the table.  By this time, my eyes were communicating to my brain that Cary is not where he belongs; he is not behind the table. Where is Cary? Only then did I realize a man standing beside me, and it quickly registered as he turned toward me that standing directly in front of me is the one and only Cary Elwes.  And as he looked into my eyes and reached for my hand, he said, “Hello! it is a pleasure to meet you. What is your name?” You heard it, ladies.  I have looked into the eyes and shook the hand of Wesley! He was so sincere and genuine as he met his fans, and he was extremely intentional.  As my husband and I left the curtain, I was clutching the book with joy, and I must have had the stupidest grin on my face because my insides were bursting.

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So, lets walk through this again, only this time, I’m going to tell you what is happening in the fan girl brain.

First you are standing in line.  You always have this sense of expectancy, but with Cary being behind the curtain, the expectancy was elevated. You begin thinking, “I’m going to meet Cary Elwes! Me.  I’m going to meet him. He may never remember my name, but I will soon be able to say that I have met him! This is the best day of my life.  It doesn’t get better than this.  It will never get better than this.  I can die happy after I meet Cary.  My life will be complete. Now don’t you freak out in there.  He is still a person, so treat him like any other individual. But I am meeting Cary Elwes.” Obviously some of that is an exaggeration, but that is what expectant minds do.  The fan girl imagines meeting their idol and tries to figure out how to control the swooning.

Then you finally are let behind the curtain, and the moment comes where you find out if you are a fainter, screamer, or calm one about meeting your idol. Everything in you wants to shout with joy, hug the person, or totally fan girl freak out, but something also makes you freeze inside and lose all ability to speak to the person. You have no thoughts.  You are frozen in time and suppressing every desire to scream. Luckily for me, my husband is much more calm, cool, and collected and could think of something to say besides, “Hi! I’m Megan.”

Then the unfortunate moment to move on comes, and you exit with your new prized possession in hand.  All reverence and respect and suppression is now thrown out the window.  Whether you squeal, scream, faint, or burst with smiles, you are thinking, “I just met Cary Elwes.”  This time it is one of ecstatic amazement rather than expectation.  You are thinking, “I just met Cary…. Elwes.” After you say that to yourself a few times and let it sink in, you start calling him by the roles he has played.  “I just met Cary Elwes, the one and only Wesley from Princess Bride, the one and only Pierre Despereaux from Psych, the one and only Robin Hood from Robin Hood Men in Tights…. I just met Cary Elwes!!!” And with a wide-eyed grin, you are filled with joy that oozes out of you uncontrollably.

Sometimes, God wants us to give a fan girl praise for Him.  If we are having any kind of quality time with God, we should be expectant that we get to meet with Him.  We should be expectant that He will show up because He promises that He will be found whenever we seek Him.  We should be excited to meet Him.  And when we do meet Him, there should be that reverence and respect and sincerity. That is good and important, but what we often miss, is the fan girl rejoicing after we have met with Him.  We should leave our time with God thinking, “I just met with God.  I just met with God.  I just met with the one who holds the entire universe in His hands.  I just met with Jesus, the one who died and rose again!  I just met with the one who heals the sick and paints the sunrise each morning.  I just met with the Redeemer, the Deliverer, the Rock of Ages.  I just met with the Provider…” I could go all day.  And in that fan girl rejoicing and declaring who He is that you just met in your quiet time, an unspeakable joy begins to ooze out!

Philippians 4:4 says, “Rejoice in the Lord always. I say it again: Rejoice!” The Greek word for rejoice here is an exuberant praise, a hailing, like you might for a king. Rejoicing looks a lot like a fan girl.  It looks like an overwhelming joy and awe in realizing who you have just met with, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  And when you rejoice, your life is filled with joy.

Let out a fan girl praise to God today!

Trust and Obey

Life gets busy.  We slack on the things we need to do.  We make time for the things we want to do.  Or maybe I am alone in this selfish cycle of putting my pleasures before what is needing to be done.

As I sat down in my planning period to try and focus on God, these were the things running through my heart.  I’ve been running nowhere all week, staying busy with things that aren’t important, especially Facebook.  I haven’t been sleeping enough or well, and as a result of these combined forces, my intimate time with God has become less and less.  I hate when I do that.  It just leaves me with this deep longing for Him that feels hard to fill. Of course, when I put away the striving and just quiet myself, He shows up right there in the midst.

Today I was reading in Numbers 20 where Moses and Aaron are instructed to speak to the rock and to tell water to come forth from it, but instead, Moses struck the rock, and he was punished for it.  In Exodus 17, God told Moses to strike the rock.  In this passage, Moses was told to speak to the rock. When God rebuked and disciplined them, He said, “Because you did not trust me enough to demonstrate my holiness to the people of Israel, you will not lead them into the land I am giving them!” (Num. 20:12 NLT) As I read that, I felt like God said to me, “All disobedience stems from a lack of trust.”

I began to think about that and go through the 10 commandments.  If we put other idols before God, we are not trusting that He is who He said He is, the One true God, the I Am.  If we curse Him or use His name in vain, we do not trust that He is holy and to be revered.  If we covet, steal, or fail to follow the sabbath, we do not trust that God provides all we need.  If we murder, we are not trusting God’s justice.  Every disobedience can point to a way that we are not trusting God’s goodness, holiness, faithfulness, justice, peace…

And as I thought on that, I realized that when I fail to slip away with God because I am tired or because I don’t feel like I can engage with Him, when I fail to wake up because I didn’t get enough sleep, I am failing to trust that He is my source of strength or that He is able to redeem that time. When I choose to do what is on my agenda before what is on God’s agenda, I am saying I don’t trust Him enough to meet me and help me accomplish everything else.

Today I will choose to “trust and obey, for there’s no other way to be happy in Jesus then to trust and obey.”

Levitical Ponderings

As I am reading Leviticus, I see there are 5 sacrifices that God instructed for his people: burnt offering, peace offering, grain offering, sin offering, and guilt offering. We still depend on these sacrifices today! Before you virtually stone me for some kind of false doctrine, no, I am not talking about literally slaughtering animals and burning them on an altar before God.I’m saying that each of these laws of sacrifice have been replaced in the new covenant and are still being fulfilled today.

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The first three sacrifices that God lays out to Moses are sacrifices of worship, thanksgiving, and consecration to God. They were to be burned on the altar as, “a special gift, a pleasing aroma to the Lord.” In previous years, God really highlighted this portion to me, challenging me to ask of myself, “Is my aroma of worship pleasing to the Lord?” As I look at these acts of worship, I am reminded what Paul says in Romans 12, “Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God–this is your true and proper worship.”(12:1 NIV). We, our bodies, hearts, and minds, have replaced these three sacrifices; our lives are to be an aroma of worship to God.

The last two sacrifices are the sin offering and the guilt offering. These were not sacrifices of worship, but of repentance and atonement. They are what made the Israelites right before God. These were to be burned outside the city, and they would purify them from their sinful nature as well as their sinful actions. These sacrifices are summed up and forever completed under the blood Jesus shed on the cross. What I find completely fascinating to really bridge the gap and seal the deal that Jesus was our sin and guilt offering is that he was crucified outside the city. God completely fulfilled the law when Jesus died, but having overcome death, his sacrifice was once and for all.

There is a daily sacrifice that must happen in us. We must choose to put fuel on the fires of our worship, on the altar of our heart (just like the priests had to daily put wood on the fire of the alter for the fire was to never go out). This fuel is the word of God. We have to also sacrifice of our desires and selfish nature every day. And we have to acknowledge and embrace the work of the cross by making Jesus Lord, by choosing to surrender to His way of living and not our own. When we daily do this, the law is fulfilled in the new covenant and we are positioned to hear from God and to know God more intimately.

Yep, Leviticus can be hard to read, but it can also be so beautiful and powerful.