For the last several weeks I’ve been reading through Leviticus. One of four books with 613 laws handed down by God to the Israelites through Moses. God was often repetitive making evident that the letter of the law rather than the spirit of the law was crucial.
With consequences of death for breaking most of the laws it is easy to see that God was not only serious, but demanded perfection if one were to have communion with Him. And because He knew these sinful people could never reach perfection He established the sacrificial system.
In reading 3,451 (+/-) years later I can’t but help but to be over thankful for Christ’s death and resurrection. For the grace & mercy that was poured out as He breathed His last breath and three days later triumphed over death as He took a first renewed breath.
I’m constantly amazed at this grace. Grace that doesn’t demand that I make sacrifices to try and appease God, but a grace that indwells within me a desire to do His will simply because I love Him and He loves me.