So I’m trying to imagine what it was like that day. Six hundred thousand households all packing up . . . hundreds of thousands of blemish-free, bleating sheep going silent as their throats are slit and their blood is pored into catch basins . . . men of all ages busy making paintbrushes from hyssop, all with the same “honey do” chore on their list — paint the doorframe with the blood of the lamb . . . hundreds of thousands of houses with blood smeared over their door frames . . . an entire nation having a “last supper” — all feasting based on the same menu plan: roast lamb, unleavened bread, bitter herbs . . . and then waiting. And at midnight the Lord descends and strikes down all the firstborn in the land of Egypt . . . save for those houses where the blood had been applied . . . the awesome God of terrifying judgment skips over those houses . . . for, He had promised, “When I see the blood, I will pass over you” (Ex. 12:13).

Oh, what a weird scene to imagine for those outside of Christ . . . for those still in darkness . . . for those whose spiritual DNA still lies dormant. Ah, but for the redeemed . . . for those saved through faith by the grace of God . . . for those “made alive” to the perfect ways of God . . . it is a scene packed with meaning. The lamb . . . the blood . . . the feast . . . the Passover . . . the escape . . . it’s an exodus to be identified with. For too, the redeemed have applied the blood of a spotless lamb, judgment has passed over, and they have escaped . . . bound too for a promised land.

Sounds cliché? Perhaps. True? You bet. And all because of the blood.

That night, theirs was a “temporary fix” . . . the blood shed then was just the beginning of centuries of atoning sacrifices to pay the penalty of sin . . . for it is impossible for the blood of bulls and goats to take away sins (Heb. 10:4). But the precedent had been set — without the shedding of blood there could be no forgiveness of sins (Heb. 9:22). And too, the stage was set for a once-for-all-sins and once-for-all-time final sacrifice . . . the blemish-free, spotless offering from heaven itself . . . Immanuel, “God With Us” . . . the Son of God . . . He, who John the Baptist identified as, “Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!” (John 1:29).

What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

“For Christ our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed” (1Cor. 5:7). The blood shed . . . available to all who would, by faith, apply it to the doorframe of their lives . . . securing not only forgiveness of sins and thus escaping the penalty of sin . . . but too being delivered from Egypt and from the bondage of the power of sin . . . and being destined for a place being prepared for His own, where eventually we will escape the presence of sin. It’s the believer’s own “mini-Exodus”. And all, because of the blood.

What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

My Savior has secured eternal redemption . . . not by means of the blood of animals, but by His own blood (Heb. 9:12). Christ offered Himself without blemish to God on my behalf . . . and, as such, the blood of Christ has purified my conscience from dead works so that I might serve a living God (Heb. 9:14). And through the blood of Christ, I have confidence to enter the holy place . . . and to draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith . . . holding fast the confession of my faith without wavering (Heb. 10:19-23). All because of the blood.

Oh precious is the flow . . . that makes me white as snow . . . no other fount I know . . . Nothing! Nothing but the blood of Jesus!