IMPERFECT OFFERINGS
Today's reading: Leviticus 1-3

It doesn't take long reading in Leviticus to realize how desperately we needed a Savior. The specifics of the offerings required leaves my head spinning and my organizational mind on a list-making rampage.

I would have never made it in the sacrificial offering period of God's world.

Case in point:

I'm in charge of the animals this week while my husband and teenage son are on a mission trip.

Me.

Me, the one who grew up with animals and honestly wanted no part of them then, or more so, now.

But here I am the responsible party left behind to care for the livestock.

I'd have never been able to raise a perfect animal for the Lord. Certainly not one that would meet all the requirements needed to cover the blackness of my sins. And then corral it, catch it, carry it or lead it to the Tabernacle. Fiasco in the making!

And the offerings from the land?

My twenty green plants are more weeds than beans!

I do try. Those pesky weeds pop up overnight. They mock me as I rush out the door to work or to another appointment. They multiply throughout the day and are brought to my mind as I lay my head down to sleep at night. I know they keep my plants from attaining maximum potential, I know.

God wouldn't accept anything from my garden. They wouldn't be up to snuff. They would be small, bug-bitten and possibly wrapped in weedy vines. Insufficient for the sins I rack up on a daily basis.

And the baked items God asked them to present to Him as acceptable sacrifices?

I burned a frozen pizza last night! Not completely, but around the edges. I got busy sorting laundry and such and forgot it was in the oven. How might I ever attempt to present a baked item to the Lord? One that would be found worthy of Him? One that might suffice as a sacrifice for being me?

I am so, so glad God sent His Son to die on the cross for me. My One and Only Sacrifice. My Lamb. My First Fruits. My Bread of Life.