Some thoughts as I worshipped this Sunday:
“Take me past the outer courts, into the Holy Place, past the brazen alters…Lord, I want to see your face.” (Take me in by Petra and Kutless)
Past the brazen alters? Wait, can I just walk past them? I’ve been through the outer courts, on the outside hoping to meet God. All along, even without knowing, I desired that Holy Place. To see the place where God dwells, to sense his presence. And since the brazen altars are on my route, they must be part of my journey there. But what do you offer at an altar?
Clearly, in reading through the Old Testament, you often read of goats, sheep, oxen, doves, etc being continually offered daily. Sometimes these offerings were in the thousands! (King Solomon’s dedication of the temple 1 Kings 8:63) The outer courts were reserved for Gentiles and women. The men would enter in to present the sacrifices to the priests. Access to the Lord’s presence was very restricted….until Jesus came and ripped open the curtain to the temple. Though Jesus paid the final, complete sacrifice, I still keep seeing this word ‘sacrifice’ through my reading.
“Let us offer, through, Jesus a sacrifice of praise….”
“offer your bodies as living sacrifices…”
“Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God”
“a sweet smelling aroma, an acceptable sacrifice, well pleasing to God…”
What do I offer? I confess….often my life has that noticeable stench like rotten tomatoes surrounded by fruit flies. Lord, make it smell sweet! Take the striving, doing, pushing, and replace it with your beauty. Take the pressure, the worry, the trying to be good enough, and replace it with your sweet smelling presence. As I spend time in your fragrant presence, may it rub off on me.
To just be…in you. To be in you…..while canning, freezing greens, making bread, writing lesson plans, collaborating with co-teachers, and doing laundry. To just be, not do. To just be..with people. To smell of you when talking with those you created.
“So, I give my life, a sacrifice of praise. Father, take my heart, every part today.” (Wickham)