God's Lamb, Our High Priest

He's a peasant, a shepherd with only a small family pasture — mostly rocks and thorns — in the driest and poorest part of the Palestine. He spends his days following his sheep through rough caleys as they hunt for a few blades of grass or the barest sip of seeping water. At home, his wife nutures a patch of barely, another of lentils, a few grape vines and cucumber plants, and half a dozen olive trees. Theirs isn't an easy existense: the margin between survival and starvation is thin.

One morning in the spring the father calls his family to the sheep pen. As they watch, he inspects each of a dozen or so year old lambs. None of the animals is superb, but 

It’s a long dusty walk, up and down hills—and a difficult one for a small child, an infant in arms, a pregnant woman and a man carrying a complaining lamb. They stop at a brook for water and they lunch on cold food that they unfold from a leather wrapper. It’s several hours before they see their destination. From a hilltop they see a white linen fence surrounding a large, lavishly ornamented tent. In front of the tent they see two unusual objects: a large basin and a sculpted altar set with a smouldering fire burning on its grill.

They recognise the man who greets them at the gate by his peculiar attire. He’s from the tribe of Levi, which was tasked with the duties of priesthood. The family follows him into the enclosure. The father places the lamb on the ground next to the altar and the family waits a few steps behind him. The father kneels on the ground next to the lamb as the priest recites instructions. The father places his hands on the lamb’s head and begins to speak. Haltingly, in simple words, he confesses aloud his sins and those of his family. Perhaps someone has been untruthful; there may have been infidelity, sharp dealing with a 

The father stops. The priest pulls from the folds of his robe a bronze knife with a surprisingly keen edge and hands it to the penitent man. As the priest watches, the man slices the knife into the lamb’s neck. Blood sprays out. The child, watching, cries out and averts his eyes. His mother weeps.

The priest places the dead lamb on the altar with some charred chunks of firewood and the family watches as their best lamb is consumed 

The family returns home with spiritual peace, yet a disturbing picture remains with them and it’s never forgotten: that moment of the convergence of their recited sins with the death of a lamb that had done nothing to deserve to die.

Jesus in the sanctuary

The Hebrew sanctuary with its blood sacrifices could be thought of as primitive and pagan were it not for what happened centuries later. For when Jesus came to this earth, it became clear that these sacrificial lambs were a metaphor for some thing far greater. Similarly, it isn’t a preacher’s high flown rhetoric or a burst of poetic rhapsody that caus es John the Baptist to exclaim on seeing Jesus, “Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!” (John 1:29). He means precisely what he says. John has seen animals sacrificed for sins, perhaps even participated in the ceremony himself. But he has always wondered how the blood of one of God’s creatures could be valuable enough to erase sin (Hebrews 10:4). On seeing Jesus, John realises that the sacrifice of an animal was a metaphor for the real sacrifice. And that real sacrifice is Jesus. Human beings brought animals to sacrifice. But Jesus was God’s Lamb. 

You’re probably familiar with the events of Jesus’ last week on earth:

the Passover supper, His trial, His crucifixion and burial, and the triumphant resurrection on Sunday morning. And then the story takes a fascinating turn. The sanctuary service, from beginning to end, was a metaphor for God’s plan of salvation. When Jesus rose into heaven (Acts 1:9–11), He took on a new role. Having fulfilled the func

Our Advocate

It was the apostle John, that already forgiven “son of thunder” (Mark 3:17), who made it clear that Jesus’ priestly ministry was to advo cate on our behalf (1 John 2:1)—in other words, to speak for us to His Father.

Imagine that you’ve been charged with a serious crime and you’re 

This scene is unlikely to occur in an earthly courtroom, but it’s the usual one in the heavenly courts, where Jesus pleads His own sacrifice as evidence of His love for us.

Paul called Jesus a “mediator between God and men” (1 Timo thy 2:5, 6), and that’s precisely what He’s doing every time you and I kneel in prayer to ask for forgive ness. It’s because God loves humanity so much that He hates the damage sin has done to us, the creatures created in His image (Genesis 1:26). “The wages of sin is death,” declares Paul. That’s what we sinners deserve! But Jesus never ceases to remind His Father and ours that He died to win our forgiveness. And so Paul can go on to declare confidently that “the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 6:23).