I'm reading Exodus 29 today. I've read this a couple times before, and each time I read it, I have to honest, it kind of grosses me out. Eww! Must have been a very different world back then. I can't imagine sacrificing animals, but I understand there were symbols and purposes for these rituals.
I contrast those things with what we are asked to sacrifice to God today--a broken heart and a contrite spirit, and it makes me EXTRA grateful to have been born in this day and age. I look at the sacrament I take on Sundays. What a simple rite with so much meaning. When I take it, do I give my heart willingly and do I give it with as much sacrifice as if it were a bullock or a turtle dove?
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