the daily sacrifice

The carcass, the blood, THE SMELL.....these memories of butchering day on Grandpa Deiter's farm are still vivid even after more than fifty years! Of course I was not involved in all of the activities from that day. But I remember the mess. I remember the distinctive aroma.

"Offer to God a SACRIFICE of thanksgiving and pay your vows to the Most High. Call upon Me in the day of trouble. I shall rescue you, and you WILL honor Me." Psalm 50:14, 15

Sacrifices were common back in Old Testament days - not so much today! So what DOES a sacrificed life look like? Is it all clean and pretty and wrapped up in a bow like a Christmas present? This is how I would like my life. All questions answered, all fears squelched, all doubts dissipated. NO MORE TEARS OR PAIN! But reality says that sacrifices are MESSY! There is death and there is MESS. It's not a pretty sight.

But God calls us to die to ourselves. Daily. We give thanks when things are in turmoil. When people let us down, when sickness creeps in, when comparison eats away our joy, when bitterness begins to fester. We give God our mess, our dysfunction, our doubts. "The trouble with a living sacrifice is that it keeps crawling off of the altar!" So we keep climbing back up on the altar day after day. This is another glorious exchange.....we die and our life is hidden with Jesus safe in the arms of God. I'll take that life any day.

And though sacrifice is messy and smelly, the aroma that reaches God is a sweet smelling fragrance! Sacrificing our rights and selfishness and shedding the light on His faithfulness and constant comfort pleases our Father. Intentional gratitude honors God.

"Through Jesus then, let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that give thanks to Him name." Hebrews 13:15 

So once again this morning I slowly crawled out of bed and dropped to the floor, face down before the Sustainer of my life. Arms outstretched, I thanked Him for this new day. Sure, I wish some pieces of my life were different. But my life is wrapped up with His, held together by Him. I am not my own, bought at great cost by Jesus. And I trust Him to bring glory to God through this imperfect, messy sacrifice.