I received a phone call at work on Thursday afternoon. I was asked to pick up a co-worker from the hospital and give him a ride home. It turns out this person was a Jamaican man in his sixties. He seemed fragile; as I watched his feet dip into the cement walking back to my car.
I asked him if he was alright and he hesitated to respond. It seemed that his physical ailment was not the only source of his pain. "I don’t know," he continued. "I felt a pain in my arm and I got dizzy." Before I could acquire more detail about his arm, he raised his voice shouting, "They stole my blood!" He then began to explain his United States’ blood bank conspiracy theory. He believes that hospitals steal blood from the elderly. "They took 13 tubes of blood and said my blood was not good…contaminated. So they took more blood!" With a puzzled look on my face, I encouraged him to continue.
During the twenty minute car ride home he was warning me about blood thieves and raised caskets at funerals. "Check the caskets," he said. "They leave it above ground, the people leave and they put the bodies in a cheaper casket."
Then a thought hit me, the blood of Christ is the most valuable blood there is and when he was buried his family did not have the luxury of even a temporary placement into a grandiose casket. He is every Christian’s loved one! He paid for the world’s sins with his own blood and his blood can give everyone life! So, whoever "they" are, what God gives cannot be taken away.
I sympathized with the man in my car, how hurt he seemed to have his blood drawn, taken from him. I wondered how hurt Christ must have been? The man in my car will generate new blood every time it's drawn, just as God’s mercies are renewed every morning. For without the shedding of blood, there is no remission of sins (Hebrews 9:22).