|Rain of Blood is Falling into the Garden |
My Savior sweated blood, it was a blood that came from His heart.
Drops fell like tears, shattering against stone, seeping into the cold night. I wish I had been there to catch the crimson. Blood more precious than gold.
How much does a ransom for every human being that ever lived go for these days?
Heart beating wildly, pumping blood through the pores. Was he afraid? No more scared than the singing virgin martyrs who went to their death with a smile. This was not a fearful man. A man burdened, overcome by our sin, but not a fearful man.
Sin, all that is far from God, all that is not God, yet God carried it all. The pain. He carried our sins and He carried the wood to which they would nail His hands. As He died at our hands, He said, "I thirst." A thirst of love, a thirst for our love - pathetic, ungrateful love.
Our God thirsts for us.
The earth quaked, rocks split. Even the earth knew. The death of the man who was God. My mind does not fully understand, but the earth understood. Her creator died, while still holding her in existence, even at the moment of His death.
Only God knows what happened at that moment, the last breath of God, calling to God. God uniting Himself to our humanity, lifts us up, to save us from death and to teach us what kind of God we have.
We have a God whose heart pumped blood. But the blood did not remain inside His body to nourish and sustain. Our God's blood was poured out like a sacrificial lamb on the wood of the cross, the doorpost of all humanity.
Our God's blood ran down the wood, into the earth. Rain that would bring forth a new spring.
This is our God.
This is our God.