The Veil is Torn

Can you imagine a world before Christ? As Christians, we believe that Jesus, Son of the one true God, was born a man and died on a cross for the sins of mankind. This perfect act allows us to have a personal relationship with our Heavenly Father. So what about before that? Before the cross. Before the veil was torn. Before a personal relationship was given to us? I honestly can’t even fathom it. What a gift! You and I have the ability to speak directly to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords with BOLDNESS (Hebrews 4:16; 10:19). God invites us to spar with Him, to share our grief and to share our joy. We are invited to worship Him in all His glory without shame. I don’t know about you, but I tend to take this for granted. Finding time for a quiet time with God is a struggle. With my busy schedule I tend to make time with Him less of a priority as I try to fit a quiet time inbetween other other ‘more important’ events in my planner. Worship, though my favorite part of church, competes with my busy mind as it goes over the plans for the day or my stomach as it ponders the arrival of lunch. I don’t stop and realize how truly blessed I am to have such an intimate and personal God! He sacrificed His own Son for the ability to spend time with me and I’m only giving Him a mere fifteen minutes of my day. Before the veil was torn (Matthew 27:51), no ordinary person could enter the presence of God.

“Only the high priest entered the inner room, and that only once a year, and never without blood, which he offered for himself and for the sins the people had committed in ignorance.”
-Hebrews 9:7

Before Christ, only the High Priest could enter God’s presence and at risk of death if he had not sanctified himself accordingly. But not now. No. God calls us to Him in the midst of our impurity, calling dirty hands and hardened hearts. He calls us into His presence simply as we are: broken. And in our brokeness, we can have peace knowing that everything we owe Him has already been paid. All He wants is US.  No sacrifice required. And that, dear reader, is a beautiful thing.

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