Picture what a living sacrifice would look like, probably not still or conscious. But constantly wriggling and squirming on the alter.
Maybe the problem with living sacrifices or even being a living sacrifice is that we keep jumping off the alter. Sometimes I leap down shocked that God has really ignited that fire, knowing fully well that sacrifices are burnt!
I stand before Him stiff and rebellious, demanding to know why this sacrifice is required of me. Unconsciously slipping away from my place at the alter, away from the purifying flames.
I’m more comfortable when I’m off the alter, but it definitely gets cold. It’s not as painful, but I miss out on true joy. Because its only through self-sacrifice that I can experience the joy of growing in faith, love and wisdom. Acquiring the fruits of the spirit.
All God asks of me is to give myself. The most intimate gift, my plans, my wants, my self imposed rights…melt down in the purifying flames of his consuming love, and with clearer vision I look my salvation in the eye. Jesus.
The pride the self absorption, the stuff I foolishly cling to just don’t mean anything compared to knowing Jesus Christ as my lord.
So I step back onto the alter. Ready to give the sacrifice of self. I won’t get burnt, but I will find life with the one who loves me most.
Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship – Romans 12:1