Nothing but the Blood

We recently enjoyed a visit to the greater DC area. With reports of protesters in recent days at the White House, we were unsure of what we may encounter. As we approached the area outside the front lawn, we didn’t see the large protests taking place as noted in the news. We did however see two lone protesters, one with a sign concerning Korea in the middle of the road and another standing next to the fence with a sign that said “Traitor!” A news agency rushed over for an interview but I didn’t know why this particular sign caught my eye.

It wasn’t long before something greater redirected my focus and caused me to stand in awe. Not much further from the lone protesters stood a lady with a megaphone in hand claiming the Name of Jesus and sharing the Good News of Christ. I heard the tongues of Nations on street corners surrounding the White House speaking the love of Christ while I saw others sharing gospel tracts to all passing by. I also heard another one sole voice drifting through the air singing the reckless love of God through hymns. I was amazed to say the least.

DC spoke to my heart! I don’t see this in my hometown often let alone in other places we visit. Today brought scrutiny to my heart as all proclaiming the Good News seemed ignored by those passing by although attention given to others holding signs in protest. Why is that? I watched many rush past those handing out gospel tracts and telling each woman or girl they were beautiful. Were they even seen? Did they hear them? Why are their efforts not being acknowledged? Is their work in vain? Does it even matter?

Slowly the word traitor took center stage upon my heart.

  • I have ignored truth shared from others because it didn’t fit how I felt about myself.  Whatever!
  • I have hurried by those speaking the Truth because of a lie born in my heart against him. Good News!? Not if it doesn’t get me what I want in life!
  • I have believed the God work given me was in vain and felt ill-equipped to serve the call.  How can I lead when I struggle myself?
  • I have even failed to speak the name of Christ in public out of fear or embarrassment from family or friends. It’s easy among like minded people.

Traitor! That is me!

As we rounded yet another corner the words of a dearly loved hymn floated through the air captivating my heart.

What can wash away my sin?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

What can make me whole again?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

I’m not skilled to know what God has willed or planned for me.  As the lady’s voice through the megaphone carried the reminder quoted in Scripture, “His thoughts are not our thoughts and His ways are not our ways.” my heart unfolded revealing the painful truth of harbored anger, disappointment and resentment towards Him. Instead of leaning in to Him to lead me through, I’ve come up with every excuse to run, question and blame Him instead.

Oh! precious is the flow

That makes me white as snow;

No other fount I know,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

I’m one that always looks for the why. I want to understand the cause behind what has occurred or the reasoning behind a decision. I’m learning the mystery at hand will always be found out…..eventually. Sometimes what happens…..happens and occasionally what I see is just what I see. If I knew the reasoning behind everything and what it meant, would I proceed moving forth? Probably not! There’s a much larger picture at stake than my human eye can see let alone comprehend.

For my pardon, this I see,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

For my cleansing this my plea,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

I find it awe-inspiring that the one thing that seems the most ignored or passed by has the loudest voice. It doesn’t need the attention of the masses but calls out to the hearts of those who know Him or who long to know truth outside this world and the matters that have held them hostage.

Nothing can for sin atone,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

Naught of good that I have done,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

As the words of the hymn continued to fill the air, my steps became lighter and my heart less heavy. I became blessed by the pure abundance of His Truth being spoken around the White House. Joy, peace and forgiveness began to fill this traitor heart!

The sole voice that mesmerized my heart became known as we rounded one last corner. There the owner stood, drenched in sweat from the heat and humidity with a large wooden cross beside him being held by another. Our eyes met and his beautiful Asian smile acknowledged and mine and with a heart totally abandoned I raised my hands to the King of Kings and sang along with him.

This is all my hope and peace,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus;

This is all my righteousness,

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

The Lord is present in DC and used what seemed unnatural in my surroundings to bear witness of that.  I am so thankful for the Truth being proclaimed surrounding where our government is based. Even if it seems as though His voice is lost among the masses, it speaks ever so loudly gaining the attention of those who are seeking and who know Him. It also serves as a powerful reminder to the principles in which our country was founded upon.

There are traitors among us but the traitors that God reveals are the lies we hold within our own hearts towards him.

Glory! Glory! This I sing—

Nothing but the blood of Jesus,

All my praise for this I bring—

Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

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