“Blood! Oh, So Precious” ~ Tom Milam

“Blood! Oh, So Precious.”

(I Peter 1:19) 4-17-08

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Gather yourself to glean from Gethsemanes grueling garden, where precious blood is let for overcoming power. Now, see the plowed and smitten back of the sacrificial Savior as the rottenness of Gahenna’s shroud reaches to claim him, and discard him as a dead heap of garbage. We see there the sanctifying influence as a sheep to the slaughter, precious only to the owner.

Then, the beaten head and brow- bloody eyes yet able to see his own blood dripping down over his vision. O’ precious sight of the sovereign as he sees us all. We stand gazing upon Golgotha’s scene as nail-studded feet tremble in anticipation of the soon to end terrible tragedy. We glare with exceeding expectancy, wondering; how long? Oh, how long?

The precious power of preservation was being made possible by the shocking sting of rusty iron piercing through tender tendons. Scarlet sins, creased with the shadowed darkness of hell; spotted by demonic influence; vivid wrinkles, wrought by the principalities of the prince of perdition; filth of the world vividly bored into our character; abundant and binding iniquity that has stained with seeming permanent prominence; and finally, our selfish and silly, rude rebellion-All, cleansed by application through trusting of his precious blood. Blood sprinkled upon the mercy seat then covering our souls with his blood-red robe of righteousness; cleansing and calming our hearts with the security that God is completely satisfied. Ah! There precious gleaming streams of crimson from his healing hands, and swollen side, speak abundant mercy and grace gathered from Gods infinite and efficacious eternity! That side that burst open at the angered thrust of a mortal man, pushing stinging steel through the ribs of that perfect, palpating heart. Precious! Precious! Redeeming, atoning, blood that reconciles the rude sinner, and satisfies the sovereign God.

When our faith is very shallow, Gods all-seeing eye is watching with justification, jamming judicial avenues of the law with Great grace and quickening commands of the laws of love. Leading the faithful repented one through a sin-subdued life of holiness, to a degree that our motives will be so laced with love that at the mere thought of reproaching the Savior will bring us to our knees in humility and shame.

Let us ever reach for revival and relinquish our nature to the reconciling, Redemptive qualities of the quickening blood of Christ. Oh, grave! You cannot hold us; oh, flesh! You cannot drag us away to hell, your power has been broken by our obedient Savior. By application of his precious blood, the order has been given: Release those that are bought by the crimson flow over those black-stained sinners, as they are. Thoroughly washed white, to appear at the marriage supper of the lamb. Turn them loose, you monger of mangled lives! Let them go, is the charge, you have no power to hold them any longer; the blood has been applied!  Jesus got up out of the grave because death was not big enough to hold him. So, if he got up, and he did- we’ll get up, like he did. It is impossible that death, flesh and the devil can hold the Blood bought Christian; we will rise up to meet him in the air and there forever more dwell, in a new heaven and a new earth, and never to be touched by Satan again; oh, what a Savior!