I am a drop of blood. I feel myself fall onto a face. I slither down into an eye, and tears drive me out to flow on down to the tip of a nose. Then, I begin a seemingly endless fall that seems to speed up as I see the ground approaching. Suddenly, it is as if I slow down into slow motion, and I see a man approach the One from whom I fall. In a moment, it is no longer one drop of blood, but a flood of blood drops mixed with water that pour unbound into a puddle at His feet. I find myself being assimilated into the spilt blood, and know that I will soon be absorbed into the dry ground upon which I have fallen.
Yet, I cannot help but wonder, as my fate begins to play itself out: Don’t they know who we are? Why has no one brought a container to catch each precious drop as we have fallen? Don’t they realize the power that is contained in us? If my brothers and I held the cure for some horrible disease, wouldn’t they be trying to save us? If we could make someone wealthy, wouldn’t they be scrambling to try to be that one who collects us? However, instead, they simply ignore our plight in their thirst for His blood. Soon we will be gone.
I cannot help but think of how ironic it all is. These other blood drops and I are actually the most powerful force on earth – and people here don’t even realize it. In us is contained a power that cannot be matched by any other substance in this whole universe.
With us a power that emanates from the very presence of God is found. With us a price is paid that nothing else can pay. With us a path to God is opened that had been closed. With us a purpose is fulfilled that effects eternity. With us a plan is executed to save mankind. With us a place is opened where God and man can reunite. With us a purchase is made – of any who will come to Jesus.
I am a blood drop – and our God has used me, in His Son, to offer salvation to everyone who will take advantage of my power. Have you been washed in the blood?
