I’m reading in Leviticus right now and finding that I’m responding emotionally to the Law. So many things made you “unclean.” And if anyone touched you or your clothes or your bed or the pot in your hand, they became unclean too. Rules that made everyone treat disease as if it was the sick person’s fault, dictums that made everyone treat each other with distrust and distance.
So why did You do it God? Why make rules that could only lead to hatred of each other, hatred of self, hatred of life? Why enforce a weight that no one could bear?
The Priest could touch goat’s blood to purify the altar. But if a man touches the seat that a woman has been sitting on during her period, he is unclean. It just seems crazy. We’re left with either isolating ourselves from humanity, being unclean or lying about it. We become unloving, unworthy or a hypocrite.
And, though it seems unrelated, why did You let Jesus be flogged before He was crucified? Why did He have to wear a crown of thorns? Wasn’t it enough that He died for us? Did He have to bear so much pain before being nailed to the cross and bearing the excruciating weight of our sins, my sins?
Holiness. The righteous demands of a Holy, Loving Father. The Law that can only lead to failed attempts at self-righteousness or abdication of our place at His side.
On Valentine’s Day, in the year 2014, I live because Your holiness was so exacting that I had no other choice than to accept the blood of Jesus, not just dripped out of the sealed wounds on His hands and feet, but gushing out of His head, His back, His shoulders, His side. I weep because You took this for me, my Jesus. And I live because God’s holiness is answered.
Thank You, God!