I have a really weak stomach.
So when I spend time in the Old Testament, reading about the reasons for and rules around animal sacrifice… I get kinda woozy.
It especially strikes me as I say the Lord’s prayer each day,
My Father in Heaven, holy be Your name.Your Kingdom come; Your will be done,On earth as it is in heaven.Give me this day, my daily bread,And forgive me my sins, as I forgive those who sin against me.Lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil.Your’s is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever.Amen.
As I do…
I become aware of what I need forgiveness for. What I’m holding grudges over.
I release that junk to Jesus, so I can start with a clean slate.
But some days…
That “Forgive me for my sins” line reminds me that forgiveness didn’t used to be so easy.
It used to be really, really difficult. And bloody. And costly. And time consuming.
And as much forgiveness as I have to ask for, I would probably have had to rent a tent near the tabernacle and MOVE IN.
The freedom that comes at Christmas is not just an abstract idea.
It’s as real as rain.
Let me explain…
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