I know I said this last time, I am sorry for the delay between posts. My schedule is keeping me busier than I thought so I haven't had time to write for this blog much in the last month. I am not going to make any promises about when the next post will come. It is my intention to be more regular, but who knows?
I don't know if this post will mean anything to anyone but me, but it has been on my heart for a few days now and I need to get it out. Please bear with me, it is a little different that what I normally write.
Drip... drip... drip.
They all come flooding back to me at once. It is as if I am reliving every single one of them; every one of my sins, in a line that seems to stretch on forever.
Drip... drip... drip.
I can't bear up under their weight. It is more than this body can stand. I am being dragged under by the weight of them all.
Drip... drip... drip.
My guilt is more than I can bear. I try to bury my face in the dirt to escape the eyes of the world. I just want to hide, to disappear so no one can see my guilt.
Drip... drip... drip.
What was that? Something just dripped on my hand. There it is again. With great effort I force my eyes up from the dirt.
Drip... drip... drip.
It splashes on my face now. There is a figure above me, I try to focus on it. It is a man, but he hardly looks human anymore; except for his eyes. His eyes penetrate deep into my soul. I know in an instant he knows all of my deepest secrets. He knows how dirty my soul really is, my guilt doubles for I know those eyes see all of my sins.
Drip... drip... drip.
I realize it is his blood that is dripping on me. With great effort, the man behind those eyes says, "This blood is for you." The blood starts to fall more freely now. It begins to wash over my whole body and as it does, I feel the weight of my sins easing. it has completely covered me now and my burden is gone; like it was never there.
I get up and start to walk away and almost instantly I feel the weight of my sin start to settle back on my shoulders when I hear...
Drip... drip... drip.
and I am once again free of the burden.
The blood of the only truly innocent man was poured out on a dusty hill outside of Jerusalem so that all of us could be cleansed of our sins. Do you hear it dripping in the dirt? Do you feel it splashing on your hands? Will you let it wash away your sins?
