I don’t do blood. Those real-life operating shows on TV? You’ve never seen anyone flip channels so fast! Dissections in my high school and college biology labs? Someone else had to do them. Emergency room and intensive care visitations? They better be quick — I’ve had more than one hospital room start “spinning” on me!
I don’t do blood.
As I read the story of the Passover in Exodus 12, I frequently stop and transport my mind’s eye to Egypt in the time of Moses. I imagine that I was the head of the home that was given the command of verse 22. And I think about taking that branch and wiping it across the doorposts and lintel of my home. Would I take a small amount, pat it on lightly and say “a little dab’ll do”? Or would I slather it on thickly, not wanting the angel to miss the covering blood? I think the latter! I wouldn’t want there to be any question that I was identifying with the blood and that I was dependent upon the blood.
And now some 3500 years later, nothing’s changed. My identity is with Christ’s blood, and my dependence is upon Christ’s blood. Peter says it this way in his address to the scattered churches: “to those who reside as aliens…according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, by the sanctifying work of the Spirit, to obey Jesus Christ and be sprinkled with His blood…” (1 Pt. 1:1b-2; my emphasis).
His meaning? The blood is what cleanses. It is the only thing that cleanses. It is life-giving (1:2, 23). It is conscience-cleansing (Heb. 9:14). It is people-sanctifying (Heb. 13:12). It is sin-forgiving (1 Jn. 1:7). And it is obedience-prompting (1 Pt. 1:2).
To live under the blood means to live in awareness that God has graciously provided me with a means of forgiveness. And that forgiveness allows me to have a pure, whole, clean conscience as I approach and address Him (that’s an amazing truth!). And that forgiveness provides me with a full life — both now and in eternity. And that forgiveness compels and enables me to live in joyful obedience to Him. And when I fail? There’s still blood to cover the sin!
In Egypt in 1500 B.C., and in America in 2013 A.D., the truth is still the same — there’s nothing better than living under the blood.
A puritan writer said it well when he wrote of the blood and our relationship to it,
The blood is the blood of incarnate God,
its worth infinite, its value beyond all thought….
Let me walk humbly in the lowest depths of humiliation,
bathed in thy blood,
tender of conscience,
triumphing gloriously as an heir of salvation.
[“The Precious Blood,” from a collection of Puritan prayers in The Valley of Vision.]