Tomorrow morning will represent the seventh morning since I last had a coffee.
I think I may have referred to this occasion previously.
I think I need to drink a coffee soon.
Not because of any "need" other than the process has become a part of my routine.
My evenings start after tea, with me making my coffee for the night.
And then I do whatever.
It hasn't taken until tonight, where my head has become slightly less befuddled, that I realised without a start, my evenings go nowhere.
I flutter like a caffeine free butterfly from couch to table to computer to couch to talk with Donna to watch TV to try and work to the couch to the computer to WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY NICE QUIET PERFECT ROUTINE THAT USED TO HAVE A START?????
I think I'll have one soon.
Leviticus 17
I realised something yesterday after reading through some of the stuff about sacrificing.
The Israelites knew about sacrifices before now.
Maybe I'm thick but until now I've just been reading through thinking that this was something new.
But no.
Going back to Cain and Abel, there was sacrificing.
Abraham made an altar and sacrificed.
These rules aren't all about teaching how to sacrifice.
They are about WHY to sacrifice.
Maybe that's been lost along the way.
Maybe it has become a thoughtless routine.
A way of showing how pure you were to the neighbours.
As soon as the reason is lost, the sacrifice was just a meaningless facade anyway.
Maybe the intent was lost and now everybody needs to come together and get it sorted.
It's not about them.
It's about them and God.
And getting right.
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