No grain offering which you bring to the Lord shall be made with yeast. (Leviticus 1:11)
Relate: Compartmentalization. That’s a big word for a small idea. I mean small as in, I break my life into small chunks. Also different. For each of those small chunks I am different. I am diligent at work, but I’m lazy when I get home. I am compassionate around some people. I’m crass around others. When I am at work, at home, at the park, around kids, talking on he phone, I tend to be different. I tend to compartmentalize. For the most part, that is a good thing. The way I talk to a three year old should not be the same way I talk to a professor. Someone that needs a hug shouldn’t be treated the same way as someone who needs a kick in the pants. The ability to compartmentalize is a good thing.
But some things cannot be compartmentalized. My Christianity cannot be compartmentalized. This is something I hear people expecting of politicians all the time. They want the Senator to leave his faith at home and not bring it into his vote. Some students wish they could compartmentalize better. Unfortunately their Saturday night clubbing ends up spilling over into their Sunday morning hangover. That leads into another thing that cannot be compartmentalized… sin.
React: If I let sin into any one area of my life, it is going to spread like a cancer. It is going to spread like yeast through dough. If my life was a house with many rooms, it would be nice if I could keep all the dirt locked in the basement. Unfortunately every time I go down there I’ll be tracking it around when I leave. The more often I go down, the more it will keep appearing unwanted in other places. Yeast is used to represent sin in many places in the Bible and God will not accept any sacrifice made with yeast for that reason. Yeast infects. It spreads. If I want to invite God into my life, into my house, I have to be willing to let Him clean out the whole thing. I cannot be content to lock up the basement and hope He will be satisfied with the rest. A partial sacrifice is no sacrifice.
God, take all of me. Don’t let me try to lock up or hide any rooms of my heart from You. Infect every pore of my being. Spread through my life, my words, my actions, my thoughts so that there is no more room for sin. As hard as I might try I can never clean out the yeast of my life on my own. The only hope I have is to let You take over more and more of my life so that is no room left for it to hide. Help me to not compartmentalize You any more. Please come.