During the American war a doctor heard a man saying, "Blood, blood,
blood!" The doctor thought this was because he had seen so much blood
shed upon battlefields, and endeavoured to soothe his mind. The man
smiled, and said, "I wasn't thinking of the blood upon the
battlefield, but I was thinking how precious the blood of Christ is to
me as I am dying." As he died his lips quivered, "Blood, blood,
blood!" and he was gone. Oh, it will indeed be precious when we come
to our dying bed! it will then be worth more to us than all the world!
One sin is enough to exclude us from heaven, but one drop of Christ's
blood is sufficient to cover all our sins.
Beware how you treat the gospel message of redemption through the
blood.