by Deborah Globus
| Sacrifice as a spiritual practice had always been one that confused me. I would think of the Temple in Jerusalem and wonder why they were wasting all that perfectly good food; God certainly didn’t need it. It began to dawn on me that I might be taking the practice too literally. Sacrifice is done as a ritual act and as such, is a symbol of something else. But what? |  |
Sacrifice is a letting go of something, but who wants to let go of what they love?
In the new age circles, sacrificing what was no longer useful or what we didn’t want became the go-to thing but that isn’t how the original practice went.
What would it mean to me to give away something of value, something that meant something to me?
I explored this idea the year I turned 29 and decided it was high time I had a coming of age ceremony. I had been exploring my teenage years in my journal and had healed many of the hurts, while at the same time recognizing the destructive patterns I was still following that grew out of those hurts.
I had decided it was time to put my angsty teenage years aside and embrace this thing called adulthood.
In the new age circles, sacrificing what was no longer useful or what we didn’t want became the go-to thing but that isn’t how the original practice went.
What would it mean to me to give away something of value, something that meant something to me?
I explored this idea the year I turned 29 and decided it was high time I had a coming of age ceremony. I had been exploring my teenage years in my journal and had healed many of the hurts, while at the same time recognizing the destructive patterns I was still following that grew out of those hurts.
I had decided it was time to put my angsty teenage years aside and embrace this thing called adulthood.
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