Exodus 24 is one of the most remarkable chapters in the Old Testament:-
* The elders see the God of Israel and eat and drink in His presence.
* The glory of the Lord settles on Sinai like a consuming fire.
* Moses disappears into the cloud for forty days and forty nights.
Before that, though, something happens at the foot of the mountain among ordinary people. The people read the covenant aloud and promise to obey. Then Moses takes the sacrifice’s blood and sprinkles it over the crowd.
We usually read this scene from a distance, as spectators. So this time, instead of commenting on it, I want to step into the crowd. What follows is an imagined story, but one faithful to the text, about an ordinary boy standing at the foot of the mountain on a day that was anything but ordinary.
First we read the chapter.
“Then the Lord said to Moses, “Come up to the Lord, you and Aaron, Nadab and Abihu, and seventy of the elders of Israel. You are to worship at a distance, 2 but Moses alone is to approach the Lord; the others must not come near. And the people may not come up with him.” 3 When Moses went and told the people all the Lord’s words and laws, they responded with one voice, “Everything the Lord has said we will do.” 4 Moses then wrote down everything the Lord had said. He got up early the next morning and built an altar at the foot of the mountain and set up twelve stone pillars representing the twelve tribes of Israel. 5 Then he sent young Israelite men, and they offered burnt offerings and sacrificed young bulls as fellowship offerings to the Lord. 6 Moses took half of the blood and put it in bowls, and the other half he splashed against the altar. 7 Then he took the Book of the Covenant and read it to the people. They responded, “We will do everything the Lord has said; we will obey.” 8 Moses then took the blood, sprinkled it on the people and said, “This is the blood of the covenant that the Lord has made with you in accordance with all these words.” 9 Moses and Aaron, Nadab and Abihu, and the seventy elders of Israel went up 10 and saw the God of Israel. Under his feet was something like a pavement made of lapis lazuli, as bright blue as the sky. 11 But God did not raise his hand against these leaders of the Israelites; they saw God, and they ate and drank. 12 The Lord said to Moses, “Come up to me on the mountain and stay here, and I will give you the tablets of stone with the law and commandments I have written for their instruction.” 13 Then Moses set out with Joshua his aide, and Moses went up on the mountain of God. 14 He said to the elders, “Wait here for us until we come back to you. Aaron and Hur are with you, and anyone involved in a dispute can go to them.” 15 When Moses went up on the mountain, the cloud covered it, 16 and the glory of the Lord settled on Mount Sinai. For six days the cloud covered the mountain, and on the seventh day the Lord called to Moses from within the cloud. 17 To the Israelites the glory of the Lord looked like a consuming fire on top of the mountain. 18 Then Moses entered the cloud as he went on up the mountain. And he stayed on the mountain forty days and forty nights.” (Exodus 24)
A story.
It was not an ordinary day. But I am just an ordinary boy.
I didn’t fully understand everything, but our leader was in a season of amazing revelations from God, and they all took place on the special mountain.
He began to read instructions to us, which I can only categorise as IF, DO NOT, and MUST. Much of it didn’t apply to me directly; I was already doing some of it, but I was failing in what mattered, which deeply concerned me, even though I joined in unison, saying, “We will do everything the Lord has said.” That night I did not sleep, as I grew increasingly guilty and worried I would never meet the requirements.
The next morning, I awoke burdened by the shame of saying I would obey when I knew how impossible it would be for me. If I were in a court of law, I would be guilty as charged right then and there. Then it happened; it was amazing. Outside, we saw our leader had built an altar at the foot of the special mountain.
Animals were being killed, and their blood was divided into 2 parts; one went onto the altar and the other into large bowls.
Our leader repeated what he had said the day before, but this time he read it carefully from the book. Again, we all joined together and said “we will obey,” and again, I felt guilt and shame.
Just then, our leader began to sprinkle blood all over the crowd. And then it happened.
It was just one drop of blood.
It hit my forehead and ran down my face.
At first, it numbed me; then it was like a transfusion of new thoughts.
I no longer felt the raw shame and guilt.
I began to feel clean. I began to strangely feel forgiven.
Like, it was okay; it would all be okay. As if this life was possible. I could do this life because of the blood. So long as I had the blood of the sacrifice on me and the rest on the altar, then I would have peace between God and me.
I was just an ordinary boy, but this was no ordinary day.
Walking back home, determined not to wash off the bloodstain, I began to wish everyone could experience what I had done.
I wondered if the blood would still be sprinkled in 1500 years’ time. I wondered whether, in 3500 years’ time, ordinary people like me would still receive the blood of cleansing and forgiveness as I had that day. I hoped so.

