There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel’s veins.Īnd sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. They, like all of God’s people since, were spared because Christ was not.
The squeals of every sacrificed animal ever bled on the altar were in anticipation of his cry. He was crushed for David’s adultery, Abraham’s cowardice, Noah’s drunkenness. He was cast overboard and swallowed by Jonah’s beast. The spear that missed David impaled his Lord. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego’s furnace consumed him. The Father struck him with Abraham’s flint knife. The God-man was not spared what others in the redemptive narrative were. But to put it in more stark contrast, it’s God blood. So whose blood is it? The Sunday school answer is correct: Jesus. It is a crimson tide that we must submerge in. It is not a pristine pond found next to our manicured lawns. Christianity is about a pool filled with blood. It is not primarily a recreational swimming pool nor a hot tub to fix a midlife crisis. For whatever reason, they’ve sprained their hope and need spiritual rehab to get them back on their feet.īut Christianity is different. Another might conceive of a medicinal pool used to strengthen people who can’t stand on their own. It may have benefits, but of course, swimming is not for everyone. He may believe that religion for its adherents is a hobby, like some who make it a priority to go for a swim every week. Modern man, if imagining religion, may think of different images. (Hebrews 9:22)Ĭhristianity is unlike anything man can produce. Without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.
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