The ancient priesthood is a historic phenomena. Prior to the birth of Christ, the priesthood of Judaism offered sacrifices of animals and blood and rituals for the people’s sins in expiation of guilt. In the New Testament we see that there are apostles, there are martyrs, Christians, but no priests. No man who performs a ceremony every Sunday or so, doing little in his office in between, if he shows up throughout the week at all. What a petty picture.
Where are the unsaved? Where is the chaos? Where is the upheaval, the poor, the weak, the dying? There we must go with the words of Christ and preach so that light may dawn in the hearts of men. Bring food, bring clothing, bring a heart of warmth. And think, what Jesus had done for those whom he saved? He did not give food, but angered at the idolatry, gave eternal life, the food being a means to an end, knowing him as their God.
There was no priest who could relax in lukewarm Christianity, inviting others to believe in this message of balance, concocted by satan, only a fierce apostle with the ballast capable of guiding thousands to Christ. The apostles died not preaching a balanced and reasonable message, but a world changing, transformation of the universe from darkness to light, from chaos to order under Christ - they preached of a newborn king, God made man, so that men may find eternity in him and through him. He died and rose, making a way through the abyss of death, separating men from God, that those who believe and follow, may be risen just as he was, seated where he is. So that, as he has said, So where I am, you may be also.
Following the twelve apostles came legions of saints, at least one for every age, a man of greatness who could bring to earth the kingdom from above, the kingdom within, saving souls.
They practiced their faith with more discipline than did the military train for war. Are you ready to be a saint?
Find a cave, or carve one temporarily in your room. Times have changed, and it is sufficient for the moment. Begin to pray and read the Scriptures, and guided by an understanding that love is not balanced, but infinite, this virtue having no limit of expression. And if you love the way you ought, you will be rejected, you will be ridiculed. But you will also be embraced. Embraced. By whom? Your brothers, your sisters, the brotherhood and fellowship of a king, Jesus Christ. In the trenches, battling day by day, in war, there are those who fight well, and those who do so for gain. But every now and then you see another soldier, the light in his eyes and you may sigh, you may smile, for you know that he is just as you are, burdened with the sins of all, yet true, unstoppable, capable of carrying the load, and kind, in whom there is no guile.