I recently studied the story of Josiah, King of Judah. I love his story—from the way he was saved as a young baby, to the way he was crowned king at eight years old, to the way he served and honored Yahweh. There is so much to unpack in his life and reign.
Every time I read the story, I get hung up on what happened in the eighteenth year of Josiah’s reign. He would be twenty-six at that time, a young man who’d been thrust into being a ruler at a very young age. Since becoming king he’d destroyed the altars of Baal and broken the places of idol worship. He did his best to turn the people back to worshiping the God of their forefathers.
He also sent officials to restore the house of Yahweh. While they were doing so, a book was discovered—the book of law written by Moses. One of the officials brought that book back to Josiah, gave his report, and then read the book of law to the king. Josiah tore his robes and wept for all the ways his people had turned away from the word of Yahweh as laid out in Moses’ book.
After Josiah sought out Yahweh, he celebrated Passover. For the sacrifice, Josiah presented from his herds, 30,000 young lambs and goats and 3,000 bulls. His officials contributed 2,600 from their flocks and 300 bulls. Others contributed 5,000 from the flocks and 500 bulls. That’s a total of 37,600 lambs/goats and 3,800 bulls offered for sacrifice. (2 Chronicles 35: 7-9)
I grew up on a farm where we raised beef cattle. Every year, we would butcher two or three of the steers. My aunts and uncles would come over and we’d make a day of it. The kids played while the men did the heavy work of slaughtering the beef, skinning and gutting the animals. It was hard work, smelly, and only made bearable by the knowledge of what was to come and by the company of family. That was for two or three cattle. Not for thousands.
“And there had not been celebrated a Passover like it in Israel from the days of Samuel the prophet; nor had any of the kings of Israel celebrated such a Passover as Josiah celebrated with the priests, the Levites, all Judah and Israel who were present, and the inhabitants of Jerusalem.” 2 Chronicles 35:18
Josiah did something that hadn’t been done by King David in his later years or by King Solomon, not since the days of Samuel. He provided a great atoning sacrifice for the people—one that involved hard work, was costly, and quite possibly was an aroma that only God appreciated. It’s impossible for me to imagine the number of priests and levites working together to make this sacrifice happen.
As I thought about this story, I wondered what I’ve sacrificed for God that was of that magnitude. I’ve sacrificed my time and energy on occasion—after all, I do volunteer at my church. I’ve given of my money and talents. But I’ve never given on such a grand scale, and I’m not sure how I would even begin to do so. What would a sacrifice of that magnitude be in today’s culture? What would require the sweat equity of even one of those priests during Josiah’s Passover? What would it even look like?
Well, it actually looks like Jesus giving His life for me on the cross. He paid that debt for me. He is the atoning sacrifice, the gift that is beyond description. He paid that price so I don’t have to do a yearly sacrifice to atone—or attempt to atone—for my sins.
What is my part in this? Do I blithely go about my way giving a little here or there, but mostly just living my life however I want? No. My part—our part comes in surrendering our lives first in order to become a Christian, but afterwards on a daily basis. We need to surrender our will instead of trying to run our own lives and ignoring what God wants. We need to figuratively tear our clothing in grief over the sins of mankind and our own sin. We must weep for God’s forgiveness, heartbroken that we’ve turned away from his guidance, mourning the fact that so many people have turned away from Him.
Just as Josiah’s heart was for Yahweh, we must likewise turn to Him. Every year. Every day. Every moment until He comes again.
“Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children, and walk in love, just as Christ also loved us and gave Himself up for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God as a fragrant aroma.” (Ephesians 5:1-2 LSB)






































































