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I've been reading Leviticus using the app called Read The Word which is associated with The Bible Project. The animations are great, they help create a picture of what things looked like in Biblical times.

I don't have much to write at this moment, but I know that it must have been hard to keep the statutes laid out for the Israelites- truth be told, I have a problem understanding them, let alone following them.

God shows the Israelites how Holy He is. He tells them that He wants them holy too. Sin must be purged out from their midst. As I read those weighty chapters, I pictured myself amongst the Israelites listening to the words of Moses reading God's commandments.

Maybe I would have been attentive, taking detailed notes, or maybe I would be gazing into the wilderness wondering where this much talked about land of promise is. But I know for sure that I my heart would be heavy, weary and tired from wandering, wondering how I could possibly be holy as God had commanded.

You see, if I were there, it may have felt like this: the wilderness starts to look more vast, and the promised land seems more distant and I begin to get a sinking feeling. The burden of keeping these commands is heavy on me, and the ground beneath my feet struggles to hold me up. Now, there is water gushing through the cracks in the ground, collecting and morphing into stormy seas. The skies are grey and the waves are crashing hard. This promise land seems so unattainable and there is no way I can get there. It's all too much for me to bear.

"Come unto me all you labour and are heavy laden, Come find rest for your souls"

That's the first call I need. It's Jesus, God's Son, calling me to Himself to walk over the raging sea. He is here just at the right time to save me.

Jesus builds a bridge over the stormy waters to the promised land.


Psalm 32:6 Therefore, let all the godly pray to You while there is still time, that they may not drown in the floodwaters of judgement.

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