This is Sally, one of our sassy Cinnamon Queens. This week, we decided to let her have (heavily supervised) free-range time in our yard. That night, the kids asked me what was for dinner (their favorite question, my least favorite question). I casually told them that I’m grilling chicken on the BBQ, and my three year old asks – without missing a beat – which chicken? As in, which one of our six chickens am I throwing on the BBQ for dinner? 🤣
This is one of the first parshas of Leviticus that actually makes sense to me. Very explicit, very black-and-white – do not do these things kind of rules. We may never fully understand, on this side of Heaven, The Lords reasonings behind them, but the Torah is very clear that there are reasons.
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