Today while I was at church, I had some thoughts which struck me fairly strongly and left me thinking. I wrote them down there, and felt like sharing here, which isn't something I normally do. I hope this may mean something to you, as it did to me.
There is blood on my hands. The blood of an innocent man, a man who suffered for my mistakes. A man who was killed in my place. A man who did no wrong, thought no evil, wished no harm. A man who was good above all. His blood is on my hands. And He did it for me, willingly. He stepped forward to take my place before the gavel of justice. He paid the price to free me from my sins and my wrong choices. He did this that I might live.
I am a sinful man, a man of wrong choices, past and future mistakes, of willing failures and regrets. Because of me, He was required to shed His blood if I were to ever be redeemed from my faults. Because of this, His blood is on my hands.
Yet it is blood that I cannot wash off, blood on my hands that I should not wash off. His blood cleanses me, and to be found with His blood on my hands is to be made whole and found worthy before him.
He has asked only that I do as He asks, a small request. Should I choose to do as He asks, He will spare me from the pain and hurt and abuse and suffering and death which He experienced in my place.
Blood is the vessel of life for our bodies. It is our blood that transports needed oxygen and nutrients to our cells. Waste is removed through the blood. Our body's defense system can travel through our blood to assist against invasion. Without our blood, our bodies cannot function and quickly die.
Christ shed His blood, sacrificing His life, giving up His life-giving blood, that through that sacrifice we are given life, I am given life. Without Christ's blood, we cannot live, just as without our blood, our bodies cannot live. To rid myself of the blood of Christ is to rid myself of life.
I have blood on my hands, the blood of Jesus Christ, my Savior. His is the blood I need, and am grateful for. His blood is on my hands, and I will be forever indebted and thankful that for me, He gave of Himself that I might live.
