Monday Morning Musings: Profane Fire.
“Nadab and Abihu, sons of Aaron, each took his censer and put fire in it, put incense in it, and offered profane fire before the Lord, which He had not commanded them.
So fire went out from the Lord and devoured them, and they died before the Lord.”
Their names: Nadab and Abihu
Their qualifications: Sons of Aaron.
Their intentions: Noble.
Their reward: Death
Because you are sons of Aaron and you have access to a censer and you are old enough to burn incense does not mean you are commanded to do so.
Because your father has been given the privilege to come before the Lord and allowed to serve as priest for the people does not automatically certify you to operate in the same capacity.
Because you have been called and you own the ministry is no endorsement that your sons have mandate for the same assignment.
Because your folks run the show and your father has the dough is not consent for you to be rude and ill-mannered.
Because you have been privileged to speak and allowed a pedestal to stand is no license to say trash and talk gibberish.
Because your name is John and your father’s Matthew is no guarantee you are candidate for heaven.
Because the role is vacant and the task is obvious does not mean you are commissioned to lead.
It’s a privilege to be the priest’s sons but it’s sacrilege to assume the priest’s role.
If you have not been commanded, you have no business in there.
He who offers profane fire is not far from death’s call.
Leviticus 10