Enter freely…Reflections on Hebrews 9
Today June followed me into my bedroom, the laundry room, the bathroom (twice), her bedroom and the kitchen. She follows me around. This is really cute because she’s only 16 months old. I think she just likes to know where I am at any given moment. According to the experts, children at this age are able to remember when they leave something in another room, but they like to check occasionally to make sure it’s still there. Most of the time I’m that important thing she likes to check on. Me and her Blankie. It’s because I’m the MOMMY. I’m all powerful! I provide food, shelter, clothes, clean diapers, a place to sleep, comfort and a clean, washed Blankie once a week (or so). She loves me and I love her and it was meant to be that way. No one can love her the way I do, so I like it that she follows me from room to room. I’m glad she feels free to enter wherever I am. In essence, she has standing permission to go where I go unless I arrange otherwise. Even then, she is never really barred from entering my presence.
Does this sound familiar? Our Heavenly Father loves us this way. Because of Jesus, we are able to enter freely into God’s presence whenever, wherever, however we want. If God went to the bathroom, we’d be allowed to barge in on Him just to play peekaboo if we want. The old model was pretty complicated: you couldn’t enter directly into God’s presence, you had to have someone else who was perfect walk in for you. Someone else had to go in to tell God you’re sorry or that you need something or that you’re sick and need His healing. That’s because God’s perfect and I’m not. Now, if I were perfect and June were not, it would be the same way with us. I wouldn’t be able to tolerate her snotty nose, her poopy diapers, her imperfect speech. I would have a mediator stand between us and wipe her nose for me. I see that person as Super-Nanny. Fortunately, we don’t have to live life like that or it would get really complicated. “Nanny, could you please go kiss June’s boo-boo and tell her Mommy loves her?” “Mommy, June just said your name for the first time, isn’t that sweet?” It’s all a little sad. You can imagine how God felt when He couldn’t just reach down and touch us and love us and kiss our boo-boos for us. No wonder He seems just plain cranky sometimes in the Old Testament.
Fortunately, God knows something we don’t. That’s why He set up the whole model of the Temple, the endless rules, the ridiculously impossible requirements; He wanted us to see just why we need Christ. He wanted us to understand our fall from grace and how that grace is big enough to scoop us right back up again. All we have to do is accept that we are not perfect, that God is, and that we desire to be more like Him. Then, we accept that the only way to get close enough to God to learn from Him, is through His perfect son, Jesus Christ. Jesus essentially broke down Daddy’s door for us so we can enter freely. Jesus carried our sin for us into death and left it there, forever. He cleaned us up so what God sees is a perfectly whole you and me…the ideal that lives in each of us without all the other junk. Then, our Father invites us to go where He goes. A standing invitation, an open door policy, from the Creator of the universe. I don’t think it gets much better than that. And believe me, where God goes has nothing to do with diapers and laundry. The adventure that awaits each of us begins with bursting through a door, running into the arms of our Father, and saying, “Daddy, I love you! I want to go where You go.” What are we waiting for? Run on in there, squirt.