It is not generally my style to be a theological “shock-jockey” and I have no particular love for sacrificial triumphalism. Nor do I especially value our over indulgence in violent guilt offering atonement theories that merely perpetuate condemnation rather than permeate grace. I am, however, reading through Leviticus and made some profound connections between what the ancient Hebrews might have encountered and what a less ancient Hebrew once encountered to counter the former.
Take it all.
Take it all and more, it was never mine to begin with.
All that was my all I sacrifice before the great All.
All that I thought was all I sacrifice before the great All.
My all can never be All unless given up for the all in All.
I flay these guiltless idol-beasts on the bloodstained altar of grace,
where all that is ever All once was.
This blood matches my own, this heart my own;
this pain my own, these eyes and innards my own.
This poor bleating one, shivering and afraid
with eyes askance and yet calm
foreshadows another Lamb
eviscerated for all that I have done-
ensconces all that I will be.
We are one because you have ordained it so.
These cultic rites and offerings weigh heavily upon me;
so labor intensive, so messy, so inconvenient, so…expensive.
Oh, I get it.