Grab an ingredient here and another from over there; and, Voila!- you become acceptable to God. You are your own personal chef, but you don’t automatically get access to the recipe. Your appointed cooking instructor holds that and just passes you the ingredients in the order needed. It’s a strange way to bake a cake, to coin a phrase.
The recipe book has 2000 pages and only one recipe, but all the essential ingredients would fill less than one page. Brevity was not the original cook’s strong suit.
I wonder how the dish tastes. The instructor thinks I’ll like it. I hope that is true because I am really hunger.