6/24/11…As I continue reading Leviticus, albeit after a two month
interlude, I am continually struck by the tediousness of God’s commands for
Israel. Part of me wants to give up because extracting any kernel of knowledge
from this book is an exercise in patience. But then again, part of me is
hopeful, just knowing how much I learned already from these dusty old
Pentateuch Books. Sometimes learning is like panning for gold. The thing is,
there is no guarantee. I press on because I know only God brings any lasting
meaning or joy to my life. Lately, I often wonder why I run so much from Him
when I know this realization.
I think of John Ellis, formerly of the Christian band, Tree 63. Recently
I read an interview with him. Ellis was the driving force and lyricist behind
the band. After years of album releases and an unrelenting tour schedule, John
called it quits, not just from the band, but as he said from American
Christianity. He became worn down in his walk, possibly from experiencing such
things as hypocrisy, legalism, and criticism. He returned to his native land in
South Africa. From his interviews and reading his blog, entitled Rants and
Raves of a Restless Native, I gathered he wrestled with his experience in the
States. Today I read something written by him which connected. John wrote how
it is difficult to play his earlier music because as he wrote, the lyrics
reflected his spirituality at the time, almost embarrassingly so. I know when I
listen to his earlier work in Tree63, Ellis seemed to have an unabashed love
affair with Christ. I can really sense someone who loved God with all their
heart, mind, and soul, much like me just three short years ago. Indeed, reading
his lyrics at face value somehow reminds me of a child. I think of children and
how they typically love with few questions asked. Not only are children naïve
to the fallen world, they typically are not worn down by years of living in the
despair of this world or even in a divisive Christian world. Although John
admits he still plays his earlier work, the reason he provides is ensuring he is
connecting with his fan base, not for worship.
I know in my heart I love God, and I believe in Christ. But I also
know this journey I am on, which I believe is a journey of the Way, is fraught
with peril. Callouses envelope me, mostly due to myself. This saddens me. The
deeper I let the callousness affect me, the harder it is to return with passion
and joy; indeed the harder it seems to love God with all my heart, soul, and
mind.
And so as I read Leviticus today, I drew the following parallel. God
or should I say Christ, which is an interesting thought, explains in detail to
Moses what He considers unclean, and if his people expose themselves to
uncleanness, God explains what they are supposed to do to become clean. Ad
nausea, this continues chapter after chapter. As I read these passages, I asked
God to speak to me if He so desired. Here is the thought I came away with:
Holiness cannot attach itself to
uncleanness.
Hmmm…what does holy mean? I suppose holy in this context means
love is so pure it cannot attach itself to anything selfish or evil. Goodness
by definition cannot exist with selfishness or wickedness. Therefore, if God is
by definition the purest form of goodness, then it stands to reason my
uncleanness drives me away from goodness. And this is why I need Grace, to
cover why I cannot be good consistently. However, my pride creeps in and does
not want to admit for the thousandth time I failed again. Nor does my pride
want to do those things before God in order to rid myself of uncleanness. If I
follow Leviticus, then getting rid of uncleanness is clear, especially in the
realm of animal sacrifices. Sometimes though, I think I would need a million
bulls to cover all my uncleanness. Gratefully, Christ offers Grace. Still, I
feel ashamed because of my continuing failures to become holy. Even though I realize
true holiness is not possible, for God I want to rid myself entirely of sin.
Unfortunately, my wash cycle is habitually stuck on stuck.
This realization at times, drives me further from God, and in some
way this is how I connected with John Ellis. I wonder if he is trapped in the
same cycle. I wonder if we return to our embarrassing admissions of love to our
God, will our childlike wonder return?
In
the darkest night of the desert
In
the deepest hole of the valley
My
soul, my soul clings to You
My
soul, my soul clings to You
In
the freezing chill of winter
In
the furnace of Your fire
My
soul, my soul clings to You
My
soul, my soul clings to You
Tree63