Once Far, Now Near
Centuries ago, Access to God came with procedures— Strict steps, A sacred system known as the law. Once upon a time, No one could hear God unless through prophets. He seemed distant, A deity whose wrath could drown the guilty in a breath of justice. A people there was— Chosen. Bound to a system, Offered sacrifices—blood and meat of animals. But access to the I AM? It wasn’t direct. Only the high priest could enter the Holy of Holies, Once a year, On behalf of the people, Pleading, Begging for mercy... You see, there was a partition— One that disobedience built. The first sin etched a distance. We couldn’t commune with God as we can now. But then— John 3:16 unfolded like prophecy on fire. By ourselves, We couldn’t attain righteousness. No a...