My Spiritual Sacrifice

Therefore, if I desire to enter into the presence of the Lord, to worship Him in Spirit and in truth, I must lay aside all malice and deceit, hypocrisy, envy and all evil speaking and begin to desire the sincere milk of the Word.

But, you argue, milk is for babes, for those whose spiritual senses have not been trained to discern the subtle craftiness of the pull of evil in even a simple conversation. Milk is equivalent to using a feeding device when the natural use of the digestive system is compromised.

Why then do we walk away from a conversation and feel the burden to discuss our brother with his friend?  Why is offense so brazenly alive?  How do I solve a matter when my brother has targeted my life to share his misery?  Why does genuine fellowship become impossible with  those who carry the burden of wrath and strife, whose tongue seem like a sharpened arrow and a two edged knife?

Simple, who wants to enjoy a meal of misery? Who runs to the table of sorrow? Who opens their eyes for the tranquility of sleep and with delightful eager awaits the bickering of a nagging wife? Who lives to hear the tidings of pain and woe?

Pack my bags, or leave them behind, just get me away from the noise of misfortune and gloom, from the dread and suffering of the heart that knows no peace.

On that note, whet your whistle with the unadulterated milk of the Word.

Read with me: Coming to Him as a living stone, rejected indeed by men, but chosen by God and precious. You also, as living stones are being built up a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 2:4-5

My spiritual sacrifice becomes the living stone I offer up to God each time I bear with my brother. Each brick, each stone, every kind word, every patient smile, every tender response, every loving act, is being offered an acceptable sacrifice – even though it may be rejected by men – it is my spiritual sacrifice that is precious to God.

And if they stumble at the Word, or it becomes a rock of offense, let the praises that ring from His own special people be clearly – for we glorify God who ordained us as ‘royal priesthood’.

Therefore, to serve my brother, is not considered an easy or a hard task, but rather it is the honor that is publicly displayed at the feet of my Lord, the spiritual sacrifice I have chosen as worship for His unfailing love that has elevated me to Royalty.

Jacqueline Trought

December 8, 2014