Nothing is more demoralizing than waking up early, craving a word from God, hoping to open your Bible and be deeply encouraged… only to realize: 1. You’re still in Leviticus. 2. You’ve landed in the bodily discharge chapter. So you read it — because you love Jesus — but you’re a little grossed out. And you wonder: Why in the world does this matter? Why did it matter to them, a people who had just come out of slavery? Why does it matter now, to me — a Jesus follower in the 21st century trying to make it through Wednesday? And then the Holy Spirit whispers through the discomfort... The people...