Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Leviticus 7

Everything related to God's nature is holy, but we learn that the guilt offering is "most holy" (verse 1). Now, I don't think this means that the guilt offering is the most holy thing ever, because we know that title belongs to God. Instead, God seems to be emphasizing that the guilt offering's "Holiness Level" is higher than that of the other offerings. In Pokemon, if you raise a Pidgey to level 70, it still won't have anywhere near the same stats as a level 70 Mewtwo; Mewtwo is just inherently better. (That's why almost everyone puts their Pidgey into storage right after they catch it, but I digress.) Likewise, something about the guilt offering puts it at a more relatively empyrean level of holiness. Why? I suppose we'll find out once we kick the bucket.

God also make an important distinction between thankfulness fellowship offerings and vow/freewill fellowship offerings. One must guzzle down the tasty morsels involved in the thankfulness offerings on that day, but one can wait two days to partake of the vow/freewill offerings. The thankfulness offerings are thus like an all-you-can eat buffet: you can eat freely when you're at the restaurant, but you'll face a good scolding if you try to leave with any of the food. On the other hand, the vow/freewill offerings are like getting pastries: you can bring them home and eat them up to a couple of days later, but after a certain point, they just don't taste that great. I guess there's no equivalent to curry or certain types of Indian and Afghan cuisine that taste better as time goes on (to a certain point, of course). Cheese and wine are even more extreme in that regard, but I can only handle certain types of cheese and I don't really drink.

Finally, God provides some final edicts regarding the wave offerings. The priests get to eat the breast and the right thigh of the sacrificed animal. When we eat turkey, for example, breasts and thighs are among the parts of the animal that we gobble. But just the right thigh? This reminds me of the word "sinister." (Perhaps the best use of that word is in the modern--well, I think it's modern--Disney classic Aladdin when the Genie refers to the villainous Jafar as a "tall, dark, and sinister ugly man.") Sinister derives from a word that means "left" in Latin, which I'm sure warms the cockles of every lefties' heart. I'm right-handed and thus haven't had to suffer the travails of a society that assumes that you're right-handed--unless, of course, you're a pro athlete, in which left-handedness is perfectly fine. While I'm on this tangent, I'll mention that I used to play the clarinet, and of course both your hands need to be nimble if you want to play with any degree of proficiency. In fact, the left hand, especially the thumb, is slightly more active that the right hand. In any case, we can thank God that He doesn't call us to sacrifice the left or right portions of any part of our own bodies.

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