Week Twenty Four: Day Three

    June 11, 2025 | Be God's Family

    Without the Shedding of Blood


    Scripture: Hebrews 9:16-22(NIV)

    16 In the case of a will, it is necessary to prove the death of the one who made it, 17 because a will is in force only when somebody has died; it never takes effect while the one who made it is living. 18 This is why even the first covenant was not put into effect without blood. 19 When Moses had proclaimed every command of the law to all the people, he took the blood of calves, together with water, scarlet wool and branches of hyssop, and sprinkled the scroll and all the people. 20 He said, “This is the blood of the covenant, which God has commanded you to keep.” 21 In the same way, he sprinkled with the blood both the tabernacle and everything used in its ceremonies. 22 In fact, the law requires that nearly everything be cleansed with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.


    Devotional

    By: Judith Gibson

    Many years ago, I lived in Israel for a summer with some of my college students. We were assigned to three northern kibbutzim close to the Jordan River; during weekends, we toured many historical and religious sites. It was here that I developed a love for the Jewish culture and its people. On my kibbutz, we learned Jewish songs, watched several bar and bat mitzvahs, ate Shabbat meals, and attended worship services. Years afterward, I was able to continue my love for this Jewish culture by singing in several “High Holy Day” services at Hebrew congregations in Indianapolis. From these wonderful experiences, I learned more about Jewish teachings, especially on sin atonement from the Old Testament.

    In today’s passage, the writer reminds us that the first testament (Levitical Order of the Priesthood) was made through the blood of “calves and goats” when the Priest would enter the Holiest of Holies and atone for the sins of the people by sprinkling this blood on the altar. Doing so, the Priest would tell them, “This is the blood of the covenant, which God has commanded you to keep” (20). In Jewish services today, they do not sacrifice animals on any altar, but they still blow the Shofar (long horn from ram) as a reminder of this call to repent of sins.

    For Christians, though, a physical blood sacrifice is no longer needed because of the New Covenant or Testament. “The blood of Jesus Christ is the blood of the everlasting Covenant” (C.H. Spurgeon). It displayed the supreme love of God to us and confirms His faithfulness. “There can be nothing lacking for a soul redeemed by Christ between here and heaven; for He that spared not his own Son” (Spurgeon). 

    “Without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins” (Heb. 9:22). In the Old Testament, it was the physical blood of animals that was used to “make an atonement for the soul” (Lev 17:11). However, in the New Covenant, to commune with God, we must be atoned of our sins, and that atonement must be made by [Jesus’] blood (Spurgeon).

    Robert Lowry, the 19th century Baptist preacher and hymn writer, penned these words which we still sing today: “What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.”

    Hallelujah! Jesus’ blood fulfilled God’s sacrificial requirement once for all! How are you showing your love and gratitude to God in your service for Him?

    Prayer: Thank You, Dear Lord, for Your precious blood which You spilt on the cross for my salvation, and now I have a future in Heaven forever with You. Amen.


    Poem

    Last Will And Testament
    Exodus 24

    “…they offered burnt offerings and sacrificed…” Exodus 24:5b

    The doctor said,
    “The cancer’s back”
    Her posture straight
    I catch her eye
    “Now it’s okay,
    I thought it so”
    With smile on face
    She bravely waves,
    We hold each other
    To the door
    And tuck ourselves
    Inside the car
    She looks at me
    “Are you okay?”
    I take her hand
    We drive away
    I’m taking care of Mother
    She’s taking care of me

    The nausea comes
    The taste buds fade
    Her mouth is dry
    Her legs are weak
    She clings to me
    And sings her love
    She makes a joke
    We laugh then cry
    I change her bed
    I wash her face
    She sleeps a lot
    I wait for what
    I know will come
    She calls my name
    I lift her head
    She strokes my face.
    I’m taking care of Mother
    She’s taking care of me

    The sleep is short
    She’s restless now
    She asks, “How long?”
    I know not how
    To truly share
    The burden she
    Alone must bear

    She shares her faith
    She speaks her doubts
    Sometimes she’s clear
    Sometimes a cloud
    Gives shelter in
    These desert days
    And she flies back
    To yesteryears
    Of youth and song
    Of dance and love
    I’m taking care of Mother
    She’s taking care of me

    One night I snuggle
    Up to her
    Her breathing’s rough
    I hold her close
    I whisper in
    Her nearest ear
    “I love you so,
    I’ll miss you more.”
    Though through the day
    No hint of knowing
    Her hand moves up
    To touch my hair
    And memory takes me
    To the days of
    Brushing, curling and
    Caressing
    I’m taking care of Mother
    She’s taking care of me

    She stays alive
    ‘Til morning dawns
    Giving me the rest
    I’ll need for
    Future chores
    Of caskets, flowers
    Greetings and tears
    Of memories
    Of all my years
    Of all she alone
    Could tell
    Now silenced

    Carried in her breast
    We sing a song
    My sister and I
    We hail the day
    Our Mother died
    I’m taking care of Mother
    She’s taking care of me

    Decisions she
    Took on for me
    And spared my
    Energy; So now
    The grave is dug
    I throw the dirt
    A place of solace
    On the hill.
    I sit and thus
    Receive her care
    In music, hymn
    And every word
    Becomes a
    Ministry of grace
    From Mother’s heart
    Into my soul
    I’m taking care of Mother
    She’s taking care of me

    We clean her house
    The will is read
    Her precious items
    She gives away
    Freely, freely
    We are rich
    With land and treasures
    Telling stories past.
    I walk the land
    Up to the hill
    Her stone is etched
    With dates. Untold
    Her love for me
    Her tender care
    I’ll pull the weeds
    ‘Til I lie there
    I’m taking care of Mother
    She’s taking care of me


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