In our group worship Sunday, Stuart reminded us that we are holy ground.
Back when the Israelites wandered the wilderness, hoping to reach the Promised Land soon, they weren’t allowed to stand on holy ground.
Only one man could.
The High Priest.
And only once a year.
On Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement—the day of covering sin.
The average-Joe Jew was only allowed into the outer courtyard.
The priests were the only ones allowed into the Holy Place.
But only the High Priest could enter the Holy of Holies, the Most Holy Place, in the traveling tent of meeting, and later in the ornate temple.
It was the most sacred site, the place of God’s presence.
And I’m in there now?
The inner sanctuary?
Dirty, sinful me?
I live there.
Because my High Priest—the unblemished Lamb—made the ultimate sacrifice to clean me up (Hebrews 9:13-14).
That makes me special.
Because the presence of God resides in me (1 Corinthians 3:16).
I tremble at the thought.
That I’m in.
The inner sanctuary.
Lord, have mercy.
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My grace count continues...soberly...gratefully...
The shed blood of the perfect Lamb (# 276)
The covering of my sin (# 277)
The tearing of the veil to open the way (# 278)
The constant presence of the Lord with me (# 279)
Living inside the Holy of Holies (# 280)
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Are you grateful too for living in the presence of the Lord?
- Song: “Take Me In” to the Holy of Holies
- It’s a sacred place
- God has left the building
- How to make a house of prayer
- Live barefooted: Stand on holy ground