This is something I've spent a great deal of time pondering recently. I'm beginning to realize the immensity of what this all means, what it means to surrender my very life to Jesus, what it really means to die to the flesh. I came down with strep throat a while back and during that time while sick I didn't read and I didn't really pray. I thought, "God understands, I'm sick". No, God asks for more. In fact, He asks for me. No more and no less.
Ok, fine. But that led me to search the scriptures as to what exactly I'm expected to do and who I'm supposed to be. I began writing down all of Jesus' commands. The list grew and grew. I came to a few conclusions very quickly: 1. I can't do it, 2. Anyone who gets shouting happy (I'm AoG) about it, doesn't understand it, and finally 3. The ability to do it only comes as the result of a life lived in communion with God through the Holy Spirit. It is why Jesus said it was good that He would go away. Jesus was in one place at a time. He would be unable to stay with me to give me the amount of correction that I would undoubtedly need. All people need this constant conviction and comforting. This is eternity and the small details matter. I believe this is one reason for all the detail in Leviticus and the like. As I was plowing through portions of it, and wondering why it stayed in His Word, the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart that God is a God of details. He cares about the little things, both good and bad in our lives. This means that when my dog ate a box of instant hot chocolate and Oreo's and a couple diapers and almost died, the God I serve cares about my fear. It also means the God that I serve cares when I won't seek Him in the midst of a relatively minor affliction such as strep throat. He can rightfully demand our all.
This is big business. All is a very large word. We serve a big God.
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