I’m a firm believer that the events in my life don’t take on full significance until after they have been studied and examined. That’s why I am huge on journaling, blogging and verbally processing. Our time at the Mayan Ruins the other day took on a whole new meaning when Eliazor the pastor of the Bible College we are staying at told us about the history of this land.
The Mayans were a culture that practiced human sacrifice. The people could never do enough to appease the gods so they would literally cut off men’s and women’s body parts and lay them on the top of the temple. I won’t go into detail about which body parts, but let’s just say every woman, and every man in the room was squeamish when we were told. The body parts alone weren’t enough to appease the angry gods so
children were sacrificed; their hearts were cut out and placed on the stones at the top of the temple.
How sad! I can’t imagine living my life in constant fear of appeasing angry gods. I’m so thankful for a faith that’s based on grace. I could never do enough to earn Christ’s love but that’s why “…at just the right time when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly.” (Romans 5:6) I’m free from trying to be perfect; instead I get to live out this amazing relationship with Jesus.
In retrospect our worship time at the top of the Temple de las Cruses was even more amazing. How beautiful to sing about and claim Christ’s freedom and grace in the same location that was once used to put people in bondage and slavery.
