O Lord,
You remind me that blood is not ordinary.
It is life.
It is costly.
It belongs to You.
And when I read this, I tremble.
For sin is not light,
and forgiveness is not cheap.
It always costs blood,
it always costs life.
I confess, Father, I forget this too easily.
I treat my sin as if it were small.
I treat Your mercy as if it were casual.
I forget that every pardon is purchased.
I forget that forgiveness runs red.
Yet here You are
not demanding my blood,
but providing a substitute.
The life of another laid down for mine.
The blood of bulls and goats in Leviticus,
and now the blood of Christ
the perfect, final sacrifice.
The life of the Son poured out,
so that my life might be spared.
So here I am, Lord.
Teach me to never take the blood lightly.
Let me see the cross with reverence,
knowing that every drop cried out “This is love.”
Let my gratitude run deeper than words,
my obedience flow stronger than excuses.
The life of the flesh is in the blood,
and the life of my soul is in the Lamb.
Amen.