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
I wonder what it looks like to sacrifice. I wonder what it looked like from the vantage point of Christ. A sacrifice in full view of God’s mercy. To look upon His greatness and lay it all down, knowing that with all of this, He saves.
I wonder what it would look like if I sacrificed? A sacrifice of obedience given in the view of knowing His will is best. That following advance directives of a Holy King is far more beneficial than the longings of a tainted heart and wandering mind.
And so love and sacrifice hold blessed hands. And this is the word The Lord asks that I focus on this year. Sacrifice. Not just what I might choose to sacrifice. But obedient sacrifices that lead to living with purpose. Sacrifices of praise for what has already come, the gifts unnoticed, but no less divine.
We are urged by our brother to do this thing. To be this living sacrifice. Urged. Pushed forward. Asked with longing so that we might meet our Lord on the road to glory. That we might see a small glimpse of His Holy Splendor while still living.
Obedience washing over us until His purpose is evident not only to us, but to those around us. That they might also catch a glimpse of glory. The ultimate bling, shiny with righteous splendor.
My sacrifices, though paltry evidence compared to His greatness, are necessary to the obedient walk. Anything I might sacrifice will not meet the need for my heart to be saved.
But the choosing to sacrifice my heart to His will, this is a choice He has empowered me with. The right to choose His splendid forgiveness. To accept His sacrificial offering poured out for me. To love Him and let Him teach me about love. To choose Him over my flesh. That’s my sacrifice. A year committed to Him. A year of hoping small offerings will lead to a lifetime of more steadily praising His name.