I Did a Bad, Bad Thing (Ex 29/ 79)

I feel I have a confession to make to the almighty Blog.
It's been 3 nights since my last post.
I meant to post last night. I really, really did.
I wish I had an excuse for not posting.
On Saturday night, I needed to spend time with Donna.
It wasn't demanded. It wasn't requested. I just needed to spend time with my partner in life. It was great.
Sunday night......
Well Sunday is always going to be Sunday.
Fairly busy. Some down time. A bit of both.
But the head wasn't working by blogging time. It happens.
But last night.
I just didn't blog.
No good reason apart from the fact that I just didn't blog.
Why do I feel I've committed some heinous act? What's that about? It's not like I squashed a kitten or ate a goldfish.
Maybe it's because I talked about my blog on Saturday to some friends. I gave them the big spiel.
Performance anxiety perhaps? Couldn't come up with some quality writing so I did nothing?
Don't know. But now I have that out of my system I feel in mood to write some more.
Sorry.
Maybe the quiet was better?
Too bad.

Exodus 29
Aaron and the priests are dressed in clean immaculate garments. Then they are cleaned again and covered in oil. Then they are sprayed in blood and fat.
My image of a priest encompassed the first part of the picture but struggles with the second.
The covered in blood and fat bit.
Some butchery skills were to be required.
Anatomy of sheep and cows also a necessity.

7 bulls sacrificed for sin offerings in a week.
2 lambs sacrificed each day.

That's a lot of blood.
That's a lot of burning.
That's a nasty manky smell.
Each day there was a process before meeting with God.
Phew and what a process.
Not today.
Someone else has stood in place of the priests and the sacrifices. Blood was shed and covered not a beautiful garment, but something more hideous. Something that kept us from getting close to God.

I know there must have been some that wished they were a priest. Not me. I would daily thank me parents they were not Levites. Especially around the morning and evening.
Not a job for the squeamish of stomach.
Maybe if I was a Levite I could have brought a note from Mum to get out of it.
I'd try anyway.

"Hey we need someone to cut up this ram and wave the kidneys and tail fat around. Let me see.......You there cowering near the buckets. You'll do. See Aaron. The guy with the funny hat covered in blood. He'll show you what to do. Oh and be careful where you step. It's slippery."

I have this friend though who knows how to wield a knife quite well. He is certainly adroit at slicing animals up.
Hmmmmm.
No, I'm not going anywhere particular with this train of thought.
Just pondering.
Hmmmmm.