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Under the Blood

The blood of goats and bulls and the ashes of a heifer sprinkled on those who are ceremonially unclean sanctify them so that they are outwardly clean. How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God! Hebrews 9:13, 14 NIV

My (non-Christian) psychiatrist advised me during an “emergency” visit with her on Friday, to not neglect my prayer room. So here I am.

On the wall of my prayer room hangs a large painting. It would never win any awards and was never created with the idea of hanging on someone’s wall—or even of being permanent. It was part of a speaker’s illustration and I asked if I could have it (I’m not usually that bold but this really spoke to me). The key part of the painting is a large cross and from the centre of the cross pours the three primary colours, which have come to symbolize for me the blood (and thus the life) that Jesus shed on the cross and the life that he gives.

Often in prayer, I imagine myself beneath the cross as Jesus hangs on it, his blood pouring down from him onto me. As I picture that, I have a real goblet filled with grape juice to represent Christ’s blood and I drink it as I ask God to pour his life into me. Christ’s blood is our life.

Today as I was praying in this manner, it hit me—a truth I’ve always known but suddenly saw more clearly. Jesus gave his life for everyone but not everyone is willing to sit at the foot of the cross and be “messed up” by the blood that would flow on them. Jesus gives life but only those who come to the cross can receive it. We can’t even just sort of run under it or past it. We need to plant ourselves there so his blood, his life, continually flow over us and into us.

Jesus, thank you for the life you gave so that I could live. Thank you for the life you are giving me now. Without you, I am dead. Please keep me at the cross so that your life-giving blood will continue to pour from you to me, filling me with your life.

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Di said…
(((((((Debbie)))))) I remember that picture. It (and your words describing the presentation) blessed me sooooo much. Thank you again for that.

I continue to pray for you, sweetie!

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