1 Peter 1:2 who
have been chosen according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through the
sanctifying work of the Spirit, to be obedient to Jesus Christ and sprinkled
with his blood: Grace and peace be yours in abundance.
2 Thessalonians 2:13
But we ought always to thank God for you, brothers and sisters loved by
the Lord, because God chose you as first fruits to be saved through the
sanctifying work of the Spirit and through belief in the truth.
The blood wasn't only
necessary when we cried out to the Lord in faith, to cover us and protect us
from an impending danger. We still desperately need the blood today. All of
strength and sustenance along with every promise and miracle must flow through that
very same blood. The Enemy hates the
blood - not only because it covered, washed us and put us in right standing
with God but also because it continues to give us life and power from day to
day.
Hebrews 9:14-15 14 how
much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered
Himself without blemish to God, cleanse your conscience from dead works to
serve the living God? 15For this reason He is the mediator of a new
covenant, so that, since a death has taken place for the redemption of the
transgressions that were committed under the first covenant, those who have
been called may receive the promise of the eternal inheritance.…
We have lost touch with the meaning and purpose of "the
blood"; we teach about the Spirit but shy away from embracing and learning
about the blood. We now have a generation of folks who know about the true
power of God and how he moves but struggles with the concept of forgiveness.
It's an ignorant ministry that is bold in power but insecure. How can you speak
of abundant gift and live in guilt believing that these gift are not for you?
Without the blood there is no life! There can be no
Pentecost without a Passover!
The old saints used to gather 'round on Sunday and they
sang:
I know it was the blood,
I know it was the blood,
I know it was the blood for me.
One day when I was lost
He died upon that cross,
I know it was the blood for me.
I know it was the blood,
I know it was the blood for me.
One day when I was lost
He died upon that cross,
I know it was the blood for me.
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