During the Civil War a doctor heard a man saying, “Blood, blood, blood.” The doctor thought this was because he had seen so much blood shed upon battlefields, and endeavored to soothe his mind. The man smiled, and said, “I wasn’t thinking of the blood upon the battlefield, but I was thinking how precious the blood of Christ is to me as I am dying.” As he died his lips quivered, “Blood, blood, blood!” and he was gone.
Oh, if the Lord tarries, it will indeed be precious for us who have found shelter in the blood of Christ, when we come to our dying bed! It will then be worth more to us than all the world! One sin is enough to exclude us from heaven, but “the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin.” 1 John 1:77But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. (1 John 1:7).
ML 09/15/1968