He chose that for me?
Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:47 pm
I’ve seen a lamb butchered on a mission trip to Peru. We are planting a church up in the Andes mountains. We were there visiting a family preparing for a death feast – the feast held eight days after the death of a family member.
We came up the path to find the carcass being dismembered and the skin being cut off. The entrails were being washed in a bucket in the middle of a corral. There were flies everywhere. The family sat around and watched. None of them winced like we did.
It made me think about how sanitary life is here in America. This wasn’t my local grocery store deli case. This was real and visceral. This was rubbing shoulders with life and death. This was what it would have been like in the time of Jesus. People spoke the language of sacrifice and death. They would have understood at a gut level the blood of the lamb. We don’t.
Perhaps what amazes me most though, is that Jesus would have understood it too. He knew full well what His mission was when He left heaven to become one of us. He understood that He was to be the lamb. That He was to shed His blood. That He would be the sacrifice.
The lamb I saw didn’t know a whole lot better. It laid there barely moving, almost unknowing. Jesus was far more than that. As He said in John 10, Jesus laid down His life for me. He CHOSE to die for me. That’s why I choose to live for Him.
We came up the path to find the carcass being dismembered and the skin being cut off. The entrails were being washed in a bucket in the middle of a corral. There were flies everywhere. The family sat around and watched. None of them winced like we did.
It made me think about how sanitary life is here in America. This wasn’t my local grocery store deli case. This was real and visceral. This was rubbing shoulders with life and death. This was what it would have been like in the time of Jesus. People spoke the language of sacrifice and death. They would have understood at a gut level the blood of the lamb. We don’t.
Perhaps what amazes me most though, is that Jesus would have understood it too. He knew full well what His mission was when He left heaven to become one of us. He understood that He was to be the lamb. That He was to shed His blood. That He would be the sacrifice.
The lamb I saw didn’t know a whole lot better. It laid there barely moving, almost unknowing. Jesus was far more than that. As He said in John 10, Jesus laid down His life for me. He CHOSE to die for me. That’s why I choose to live for Him.