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Nothing but the Blood

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03_Communion_JNBy Kay Moll

In his book The Applause of Heaven, Max Lucado tells of an earthquake that struck Soviet Armenia in 1988. Just before the earthquake, a young mother named Susanna, along with her 4-year-old daughter, had arrived at her sister in-law”s apartment. The whole building collapsed, and Susanna and her daughter were trapped under tons of concrete and debris.

Help was tortuously slow in coming. The two were trapped for eight days. Susanna”s heart was pierced by her child”s pitiful cries for something to drink. In the midst of the nightmare, she remembered seeing a program on television about an explorer in the Arctic who was dying of thirst. One of his companions cut open his own hand and put the life-giving liquid in the mouth of his friend.

In the midst of the debris it was easy for Susanna to find some broken glass. She cut open a finger and put it in her daughter”s mouth. The child”s thirst was eased, but quickly came back, and the daughter began to cry, “Mommy, cut another finger.” And time after time, the mother cut her own hands in order to sustain the life of the child.

What an incredible picture of what God did for the world on Calvary! He knew the sacrifices of the Old Testament were only temporary. They could not fully satisfy. Only one thing could.

And so, on a lonely hill, a spear was thrust and a side was pierced. The blood came out . . . the blood that takes away the sins of the world. The only blood that can save.

What can wash away my sin?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

What can make me whole again?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Oh! precious is the flow

That makes me white as snow;

No other fount I know,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

 

Kay Moll is a speaker and writer living in Mason, Ohio.

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