[For those interested in the latest news regarding our daughter, Jessica, click here. She fell carrying a 40# backpack and sprained her ankle, so please keep her in your prayers. Thanks.] 

Yesterday I stated the problem requiring the need for atonement: How could holiness (God) dwell among wickedness (you … okay, and possibly me!)?

Inside the tabernacle (and later the temple) was a veil that set apart the Holy Place from the Most Holy Place or Holy of Holies. To grasp the significance of this, visit a nearby Guitar Center and go to the acoustical guitar room. Think of that as the Holy Place. Inside that room is another, smaller room with the very high-end guitars. Think of that as the Most Holy Place. And be careful when you leave that you don’t walk into the glass doors! (See this blog if you are in the dark.) 

The Most Holy Place (MHP) contained the ark of the covenant (which contained the rod of Aaron, the stone commandments, and some manna). Covering the ark was the mercy seat … solid gold … the throne of God on earth. Eventually covered with the dried blood of years of sacrifices. Also inside the MHP was the shekinah, the manifest glory of God. Light that was never created but always existed. 

No one dared enter the MHP except the high priest of Israel, and he entered only ond day a year, and then with great trepidation.

Before the high priest entered the MHP, each person in Israel was required to remember every sin committed that year. You went through the law and recalled every transgression of law. Every sin. (The argument might be made that in some ways, April 15 / IRS in our nation is patterened after atonement, but I digress.)

The priest would do the same. No excused absences. You couldn’t say, "We scheduled our vacation for the 10th of Tishri. We’ve always gone to Yosemite the second week of Tishri!" This was one Sabbath you stayed at home. You didn’t think of calling in sick.

Next week: The sacrifice for atonement . . .

6 Responses to “Celebrating the Savior: Atonement 2.0”

  1. on 01 Jun 2007 at 8:21 amDonna

    Ok the asides had me laughing…

    I am glad God tells us his ways are not our ways…I don’t understand all the blood stuff, but I am grateful it covers me anyway.

  2. on 01 Jun 2007 at 8:24 amDee Andrews

    I can’t wait to hear your continuing thoughts on this subject, Greg. These are all stories I’ve known my entire life, but you add all kinds of detail to them which greatly enrich them for us.

    Plus, your analogies are superb. Only you and Patrick could equate Guitar Center to the Tabernacle and truly appreciate the significance! But you relate it so well it resonates with us and we get caught up in your word pictures.

    Especially when it comes to glass doors.

    Dee

  3. on 01 Jun 2007 at 10:44 amcwinwc

    What a neat experience to see Jessica looking across the Black Sea at Russia.

  4. on 01 Jun 2007 at 11:30 amjel

    yel thanks for the link to Jessica and Friend’s blog!
    that was cool, ;)

  5. on 01 Jun 2007 at 6:43 pmterril18

    Well… what if you forgot some stuff. Were there folks to remind you of every little thing you did?

  6. on 01 Jun 2007 at 9:42 pmkdavis777

    You got the Most Holy Place all wrong. It’s the Percussion room that is the Most Holy Place.

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