I was thinking how it would feel to be born into the tribe of Levi and have your occupation previously decided for you. And not just any occupation, priest! How were they all feeling, standing there before David, the commanders of the army and the sons of Asaph receiving their specific instructions? Some of their work wouldn’t even be possible until this structure was built a decade or two later.
Imagine the excitement and intimidation of that moment. You are being assigned a Holy job. Some of the details determined by gifting (leadership or musical skills) and some by a roll of the dice.
This is also a government job, in that your salary will be paid by tax payers. You will depend on everything going right for them, and they will depend on everything going right for you.
Sometimes I think my generation is burdened by unlimited life choices. It’s good and bad. Sometimes it’s dreams becoming realities, and sometimes it’s paralyzing.
So how does it change us to know we are called, “a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.” (1 Peter 2:9)?
I think it becomes a filter through which everything else happens. Reguardless of the details, it’s my holy job to praise Him in the hearing of others; testifying of what He’s done. We’ve all become Levites, because there’s no structure in which God currently dwells besides our bodies. Who else is responsible for the temple that is your body!? How exciting and intimidating!
Declare His praises to someone today, like it’s your job.