An Excerpt:
I couldn’t resolve the two. Here before me was the sublime home of my faith, the root of my heritage. Here Israel met with her God. Here—and only here—we sacrificed and paid homage to Him. All of this was conducted according to His precise instruction; it was He who created the method and design of acceptable worship. It was His idea! Yet now God’s Son had come and made Himself a sacrifice.
He was now to be the substitutionary sacrifice. He was the spotless lamb. And I didn’t pretend to understand it all.
“And behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom…”
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