Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday one of the lady's in my Bible class said, "You need to move on and quit talking about slitting throats of animals--I'm getting sick." OK, well, we were talking about the time when I slaughtered a goat and hit my own shin with the sledgehammer. I was able to recover, and groaning, finished the task.
This led to an incredulous question from one lady about why I had used a hammer and not slit the goat's throat. One elder popped up and said the next door neighbor of the church had two goats roaming on our parking lot and would I shepherd them. Hey, man, I'm not the shepherd. Did I not just tell you a story about what happens when I handle goats?
We had been talking about the atonement out of Leviticus 16 and cross-referencing Hebrews 9. Those are bloody chapters. The most striking are these two verses in parallel universes of Israel's temple rituals and the altar of the cross of Christ:
Leviticus 17:11 I have provided the blood for you to make atonement for your lives on the Altar; it is the blood, the life, that makes atonement.*
Hebrews 9:14 Through the Spirit, Christ offered himself as an unblemished sacrifice, freeing us from all those dead-end efforts to make ourselves respectable, so that we can live all out for God.*