Barneyisfat

There's so much blood. It's impossible to escape from the blood. We have it in a lot of our hymns, I've never been too offended by the blood of Jesus. As an evangelical I believe that I am "cleansed in the blood of the lamb." It's been one of those things that I've said, but in my mind I've always glossed over it.

I cut my foot today. My toe got caught under a broken part of a door. I figured I had lost my toe; there was so much blood. Now, safe at home with ten toes, I realize that my foot recieved a scratch less than a half-inch long.

We paint Christ with miniscule droplets of blood proceeding from the three nails, his side, and occasionally the crown of thorns. A janitor could walk by and wipe away all of the blood with one rag. Let's face it - Jesus was a bloody mess on the cross. There was simply blood everywhere. The lashings, the soldiers pulling his beard out, the nails, the crown, the pierced side all bring a healthy dose of blood with them.

It's a horrifying thought; to think, the very Christ bleeding profusely. That God bled at all is a miracle, that He bled and died to forgive the sins of the world (including mine) is an atrocious miracle.

Why God? Why?