Blood runs thicker than water
thuds over and over in my head.
I choke down a sarcastic laugh
and fight back the tears
as another phrase echoes back in response.
Without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.
He has fought the fight for our forgiveness and reconciliation,
not only with Him but with each other.
And it cost Him everything to freely give
not just salvation but also His power to us.
His power to walk in the Spirit
which has nothing to do with singing songs
or showing up to church
or writing a check
but everything to do with
What then would give any of us the right to say,
There will be no forgiveness. There will be no reconciliation.
The blood of my Jesus has paid for these gifts.
What right have we to tell Him no?
As we regularly take the sacraments
reminding us of His costly forgiveness,
how can we willingly keep unforgiveness
stuffed to overflowing in our hearts?
If we do not forgive, are we really His?
For identifying ourselves with Christ
means identifying ourselves with reconciliation.
I will not make light of His sacrifice.
I will not tell Him no.
The thought of hearing Him say, Depart from Me. I never knew you.
fills me with much more than fear.
It overwhelms me with deep sadness.