I worship God. It’s something that I virtually take for granted. But I shouldn’t. It took blood for this to happen.
In Old Testament, the Azazel goat (which symbolically took the sins of Israel out into the wilderness) spoke powerfully of the sufferings of Christ (outside the Jerusalem city gate). Also, there was powerful symbolism in the blood. In Leviticus, blood is stated to be the carrier of life, and for this reason is said to be the symbol of a substitutionary death.
Throughout the Old Testament, without the shedding of blood, God could not be approached. The idea was that if they were to live (even though they had sinned), then something must be made to die in their place. In this way, the blood of animals were made to represent the life of the worshiper. The blood sacrifices would be a continual reminder to Israel of the true penalty for their sin. It is something that would look upon time and time again.
In all of these things, the Old Testament shadows and types pointed to Christ, who substituted his life-blood for that of his people, so as to overcome the alienation from God that sin had caused.
It took the blood of the perfect, sinless Son, so that I could approach God this morning. I can not take this for granted.