When Blood Speaks

I was so blessed to begin today in Hebrews 12:

18 You have not come to a mountain that can be touched and that is burning with fire; to darkness, gloom and storm; 19 to a trumpet blast or to such a voice speaking words that those who heard it begged that no further word be spoken to them, 20 because they could not bear what was commanded: “If even an animal touches the mountain, it must be stoned to death.”[c] 21 The sight was so terrifying that Moses said, “I am trembling with fear.”[d]

22 But you have come to Mount Zion, to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem. You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful assembly, 23 to the church of the firstborn, whose names are written in heaven. You have come to God, the Judge of all, to the spirits of the righteous made perfect, 24 to Jesus the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.

I love the contrast there between the fear of Mt. Sinai and the joy of Mt. Zion.

I love the imagery of joining with “thousands upon thousands” — in other words, one of the few times the word “countless” really applies — of souls worshipping our risen Lord and our returning King.

And I love the notion that Jesus’ sprinkled blood “speaks a better word.” 

I must confess: I had heard that line in Matt Redman’s gorgeous version of “Nothing But The Blood” but I did not know until today that the line is a direct quote from Scripture.

Here is Redman’s tune.  Enjoy it with a reminder that we’ll never be in a place where we don’t have a desperate need for Jesus’ blood applied to our lives.