A rubbish response

It was a lovely new-build my in-laws moved into when my husband was a little boy. The council tip, which had been outside the historic market town of Nantwich, Cheshire, was supposed to be closed and filled in as the Whitehouse Lane estate took shape. But local politics moved slower than the builders, so the smell and the flies still filled the air while people took up residence in their beautiful shiny homes. It took the corporate action of the residents to refuse to pay their rates (council taxes) before the tip was finally filled in, and the Barony was transformed into the lovely playing area and sports ground it is today.

While tips are outside the town, they do what they are supposed to do – take care of the rubbish. But nobody wants to live next door to one!

In Exodus 29:10-14, at the ceremony of consecrating Aaron and his sons to the priesthood,  the first offering was the bull. The candidates first laid their hands on its head, transferring  their own guilt onto the beast, before it was slaughtered. It’s blood and some organs were burnt on the altar, but the majority was taken outside the camp and disposed of there. The sin and disgrace of Aaron and sons were thus taken away, leaving them free to minister.

And outside the city, where the rubbish was dumped, Jesus was crucified on a cross. What flies and smells must have pestered around his head while his outstretched arms, cruelly nailed back, were unable to bat or swat them away. Just one more misery added to the physical and spiritual torture he endured there. Outside the town, where my sin and guilt was transferred onto him, and all my rubbish was dealt with, once and for all.

He went through all that so that I could be free to minister. Just like Aaron and sons. Not necessarily as a priest, but in whatever role he chooses to equip and call me for. So why do I wallow in guilt? And why do I hold back on what he calls me to do? And why do I think I am unworthy? Would I waste the pain and suffering he went through because I am reluctant to press forward? Our rubbish has been dealt with. Let’s act like it.


About widemargin

Retired special needs teacher. Mother, grandmother, widowed after nearly 43 years of happy marriage. So glad I have my Lord Jesus to help me through every day. My aim is to hear what God is speaking for me, this day, this moment, through what I read in his Word, together with the experiences of everyday life. He's the best teacher!
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2 Responses to A rubbish response

  1. munyingnying says:

    We may not be all “ordained” in the sense of having gone through a ceremony, nevertheless, our ministering, in whatever form is still “priestly” 🙂 (I Peter 2:9 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, to proclaim the virtues of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.)

    Thank you for your wonderful post. I didn’t really make the connection before–re skin and hide being burned outside the camp, and Jesus being crucified outside the city. Thank you for writing about it.

    The Lord richly bless you, may Jesus continue to be your strength.

  2. widemargin says:

    Thank you! I so agree about ministry. God gives us a high calling, and he equips us for it. It’s we who undersell it. And yes, we so need his strength to fulfil all he calls us to.

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