Week before last was probably the biggest holiday of the year. When people remember Abraham sacrificing his son. In remembrance, I think that pretty much every family slaughters a cow, goat, or camel the first day. Much of that first day is then filled with cutting and cooking the meat.
I saw pictures to prove it. Others of my western friends saw worse. One of them was asked to witness the slaughtering. Others saw fresh heads hanging in testimony to the event. Blood flowing in the stream. I did see the carcasses in the trash piles, surrounded by swarms of flies.
Gross? Yeah, pretty much.
It was like this all the time under the old sacrificial system. Not just once a year. Every day. Multiple times a day. And it was necessary. If it didn't happen, no atonement for sin.
If I lived that way before, I think I would have better appreciated what Jesus did. Sometimes I think it's hard to grasp the concept of substitute, or sacrifice. And even those under the old system who did it didn't all appreciate Jesus when he showed up. But those who did it and did recognize him for who he was must have been so grateful.
Because I just had a glimpse into that system for a day. And that sacrifice? That's what he did for me. Raw flesh. Blood. A body.
It didn't end there. But it's good to remember what my freedom cost him. Thank You, Jesus.
I saw pictures to prove it. Others of my western friends saw worse. One of them was asked to witness the slaughtering. Others saw fresh heads hanging in testimony to the event. Blood flowing in the stream. I did see the carcasses in the trash piles, surrounded by swarms of flies.
Gross? Yeah, pretty much.
It was like this all the time under the old sacrificial system. Not just once a year. Every day. Multiple times a day. And it was necessary. If it didn't happen, no atonement for sin.
If I lived that way before, I think I would have better appreciated what Jesus did. Sometimes I think it's hard to grasp the concept of substitute, or sacrifice. And even those under the old system who did it didn't all appreciate Jesus when he showed up. But those who did it and did recognize him for who he was must have been so grateful.
Because I just had a glimpse into that system for a day. And that sacrifice? That's what he did for me. Raw flesh. Blood. A body.
It didn't end there. But it's good to remember what my freedom cost him. Thank You, Jesus.
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