Monday, May 29, 2017


"You have not yet resisted to the point of shedding blood
in your striving against sin."

This is a fitting Scripture for Memorial Day as well as John 15:13
"Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends."

"You have not yet resisted to the point of shedding blood..."  If this were a question, I would have to answer, no, I have not.  That's the stuff of martyrs.  We can bind up our wounds, put on bandaids, go on a quick trip to the E.R., but His shedding blood in our defense was so much greater.  Our Savior once and for all shed His precious blood to obtain the victory over sin, sin that required a blood sacrifice. So even if we are ever to the point of bleeding to death from battle wounds, it still would not be the same as what His striving against sin cost Him in the shedding of blood.

He sweat great drops of blood for us
before He ever was nailed to the cross.

However, some of those who first hand were read this epistle, like the writer of it, would become martyrs for the truth.  As Adam Clarke wrote, "yet you have not been called, in bearing your testimony against sin and sinners, to seal the truth with your blood."  Not yet, anyway.

Here's a poem from one of my favorite old devotionals, "Gems of Devotional Poetry."

Jesus Crucified

"Oh, come and mourn with me awhile!
See, Mary calls us to her side;
Oh, come and let us mourn with her;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah!  Look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

How fast His Hands and Feet are nailed;
His blessed Tongue with thirst is tied;
His failing Eyes are blind with blood;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

What was Thy crime, my dearest Lord?
By earth, by Heaven, Thou hast been tried,
And guilty found of too much love;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

Found guilty of excess of love,
It was Thine own sweet will that tied
Thee tighter far than helpless nails;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

Oh, break, oh, break, hard heart of mine!
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
His Pilate and His Judas were;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

Come, take thy stand beneath the Cross,
And let the Blood from out that Side
Fall gently on thee drop by drop;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart, love's cradle is;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

O Love of God!  O Sin of man!
In this dread act your strength is tied,
And victory remains with love;
For He, our Love, is crucified."


Here's from an old hymn...

"See from His Head, His Hands, His Feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingling down;
Did e'er such love and sorry meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?"

And another old hymn...

"There is a fountain filled with Blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains."

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