By Marcia Lee Laycock
At a recent writing seminar those attending were challenged
to write the last few words we would give to the world before we died. A
sobering thought. I’d been thinking a lot about altars lately, since I had been
doing a Bible study on the ancient tabernacle and how it relates to us today.
The study led us to realize that we are now the temple, the place where the
Spirit of God resides on this earth. Another sobering thought.
The Bible study detailed the role of the various
altars and furniture used in the tabernacle that was built and carried by the
Hebrew people during their time in the wilderness. They were instructed in the
construction and placement of the altar of sacrifice, the altar of incense, the
table of the bread, the lamp stand and the brazen laver and, most significant
of all, the ark of the covenant that sat behind the veil in the Holy of Holies.
Each one had a specific purpose. At each altar the priests were to perform
specific rites for the atonement of the sins of the nation.
That led me to wonder – if I am a temple, where are
my altars? Do I have an altar of sacrifice - that place where I lay down that
which is precious to me as an offering to the Lord? I should do so daily, within
the sincerity of my heart. Do I have a brazen laver where I wash myself before
entering God’s presence? I should do so on my knees, humbled to know that I can
proceed into His presence because of the spilling of His Son’s blood that has
washed my sins away forever. Do I have an altar of incense, that place from
which praise and prayer and worship emanate? Again, it should be a daily
practise, erupting from my mind and my mouth like a fountain.
Do I have a
table, where the bread, the body of my Lord, is displayed in all its simplicity
and glory? Is there a lamp stand, that place that burns with His holy fire that
can never be extinguished? I must hold it up high for all to see. And is there
an ark in me, a place where the remembrances of God’s faithfulness and holiness
are kept? I should cherish them in the depths of my soul, bowing before that mercy
seat and acknowledging the forgiveness He has extended to me by His death on that
cross.
These altars all require my service, the death of my
own agendas and ambitions, the breaking of my pride and a bowing down to His
sovereignty.
So these are my few words, words that I would say to
myself and to all of us who are writers of faith –
Go to your altars;
the altar of incense, shouting out your praise, your
petitions and your songs;
the altar of washing, bathing in His mercy,
acknowledging His grace;
the altar of the lamp stand, feeding the flame of
faith as a light to the world;
the altar of sacrifice, relinquishing your words,
your poetry and prose,
Go to your altars. Lay yourself down.
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Marcia Lee Laycock writes from central Alberta
Canada where she is a pastor's wife and mother of three adult daughters. She
was the winner of The Best New Canadian Christian Author Award for her novel,
One Smooth Stone. Her second novel, A Tumbled Stone was recently short listed
in the contemporary fiction category of The Word Awards. Marcia also has two
devotional books in print.
Her most recent release is a Young Adult Fantasy available on Amazon. Her work has been endorsed by Sigmund Brouwer,
Janette Oke, Phil Callaway and Mark Buchanan.
Powerful words Marcia! This is right in my wheelhouse as I've been considering complete surrender to God from the depth of my soul. Blessings on this Lord's day to you and all NR readers!
ReplyDeleteGlad this hit you in your "wheelhouse", Pamela. Blessings back to you. :)Marcia
DeleteBeautiful, Marcia.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gina. :)
DeleteThanks for sharing your insights, Marcia. Very deep, very much appreciated.
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