Something that makes me happy; something that makes me hurt -- all in one reading.
I love the Year of Jubilee. Imagine the man forced to sell everything he has - all of his land, his home, even selling his family into slavery. Downtrodden, despairing, only to have his whole life given back. Again and again, property and people are restored. Played out again and again in miniature is the story of God freeing His people from Egypt. Also the subtle reminder that nothing we own is truly ours. It's God's.
Then there is a passage so difficult for me to fathom. Why are the blemished, the disfigured, the deformed, not allowed to serve? God could have gone against our nature of thinking those unlike us are somehow less than we are. Does He do this as a nod to the times? I thought He wasn't a respecter of persons. All of this in a passage of the Bible that reminds us again and again: "I am the Lord, who make them holy." So why not make them holy instead of laying a foundation upon which man will stand to ridicule and disparage. Why? I don't know. But I accept that He is God and God is love. I trust something fantastic, unimaginable and eternal awaits those who were slighted during this brief fleeting bit of time we know as life on Earth.
I trust in what God has done because I know what He has prepared.
Make of it what you will.
Posted last year on this date.
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