“Jesus said to them, ‘I tell you the truth, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in him.Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me’ (John 6:53-57).”
I walked to my door to drop something off for my wife before heading off to work, and she told me to call the doctor. It was urgent.
My first impression was that they were only saying that. I mean, everyone wants your time today.
However, my wife convinced me to call. When I did, I was told to report to a specialist ‘NOW!”.
When I arrived at this doctor’s office, I learned it was that of a group of oncologists. This was not particularly encouraging.
When I met with the doctor, he told me that my white blood count was way too high, exponentially so. The word “leukemia” was mentioned.
The doctor performed a bone marrow biopsy on the spot. In a few days, my diagnosis was confirmed. I had a chronic form of leaukemia.
I was relieved actually because I could have had the acute kind. As it turns out, this chronic leaukemia is treatable with a pill.
Walking around with a blood disorder has got me to thinking about how important the red stuff is to us. I never really though about it before because Ididn’t need to. Now I do.
It should be no surprise how important our blood is. The Bible tells us that “the life of a creature is in the blood (Leviticus 17:11)”.
My blood is faulty, though. It’s gone haywire, producing too many white blood cells. Left untreated, my blood is good for nothing, except to kill me. The life is in the blood. If the blood is bad, so is the life.
I should have known my blood was no good. It wasn’t good enough to save me from my sin. Only the blood of Christ could do that (Hebews 9:13,14; I Peter 1:19).
Does Jesus really care about my blood disease? I think He cares immensely. After all, the Psalmist says thay my blood is precious to Him (Psalm 72:14).
He knows a lot about blood. He shed His own for to cleanse me from sin and make me holy in His sight (Hebrews 9:22); 13:12).
I could use some new blood. The blood of Christ would be wonderful. However, He isn’t present here anymore, at least physically.
He can give me a spiritual transfusion though. His blood is still powerful today, cleansing me as I walk with Him (I John 1:7).
Sure, Jesus cares about my blood disorder. However, this condition is only temporary. He’s more interested in what I do with His own blood.
He once gave an analogy which grossed people out. He told them to eat His flesh and drink His blood if they wanted life.
Medicine doesn’t always taste good. Food that is meant to make us healthy can be gross at times. I know. I am taking one concoction every day that is only palatable because I chase it with orange juice.
Jesus’s message is that He wants us to feed on Him if we want a healthy life, one that will last for eternity. I can start now, in my daily life, whether my blood works or not. His does.