Saved by the blood

There we were, crouching in fear. Fearing that we all would die should Death come pass by our house. 

We were told to paint our door frame with blood, obtained from a sacrificial lamb offering. They said this blood would save us from Death, for Death would not kill us if it sees the blood outside our house. 

Death spares no one, and should any house not be protected by the blood, all inside the house would die. Not even the do-gooders, rich and powerful men, nor pretty faces would be spared. The little ones--babies, toddlers, children too. My children! What crime have they done? Why do they have to die?

So there we were, cowering in fear, for we could sense Death near.

Would the blood really save us? Was our door frame fully painted the blood? Did we miss a spot? The blood was our only choice. We had no other options. They said they even the most beautiful or dilapidated of houses would not be spared. No amount of money given at the temple would save you. Nor would a gold rimmed, big and tall door frame make Death reconsider your fate. 

Covering our little ones with our hands, trembling and shaking, we waited for Death to come. 

Death came. 

Death saw the blood. 

And Death passed us by. 

We were saved by the blood! We did not die! 

We were alive, because of the blood of the lamb. 

We cried tears of relief, tears of thankfulness, tears of joy. We were forever, forever grateful. 

Pride

When one's sense of humility is more important than God's glory, it just shows how proud one is.

Ha. 

Contradiction?

If Jesus is indeed God, and He says He loves me so much as to die for my sins, so that I may live in eternity with Him in heaven, but yet I find it hard to accept His love, either I think He's lying (which contradicts His holiness, godliness, perfectness and character), or I'm wrong about Him being the real God. 

I don't think I'm wrong about Him being the real God. 

So if I don't think God is a liar, His claims of love must be true. My sins must be real. And bad enough as He says. And His promise of redemption must be trustworthy. 

So if one can't accept His claims and yet still think He is God and not lying, therein lies a conundrum. A contradiction in the mind and heart. 

So take it or leave it. Jesus loves you. Jesus loves me. That's it.

Worship

Instead of offering joss sticks, we have songs of offering.

Instead of burning paper, we have prayer. 

Instead of going in fear, we are thankful for our Conqueror.

Let the redeemed sing songs of gratitude and awe!