Hmm, I mused to myself…A Blood Donor saved my Life too: Jesus.
This is a powerful and timely reminder… I encourage you to read it!
Last year our church did it’s first blood drive. It was in preparation to be a donor that I learned about the plight of those with blood diseases, especially Sickle Cell Anemia. I had no idea that, of the 80,000 or so people with the disease, 99% were African Americans. Anyway, despite my dislike for needles, I happily made my donation.
Well, yesterday I found myself sitting in one of the American Red Cross offices waiting to make another donation. Truthfully, I had been avoiding their calls, but they had a donor match for my blood type and the person was in need of blood. So there I was silently thinking about the needle prick and whether I was hydrated enough for them to find my veins; I have small veins.
The donor in front of me greeted everyone by name and I speculated that he was a regular donor…
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Walter Bright 
This was beautiful, Walter. Thanks for sharing. The Blood of the Lamb is powerful… It reminded me, though, too, of my time in the hospital when I had the rock-climbing accident. I received more than my entire body’s blood supply during the first few days I was in the hospital. A lot of people saved my life that time.
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Indeed! It reaches to the highest mountain… it flows to the lowest valley… it will never loose its power. I do remember your story. You’ve got an amazing testimony of God’s goodness. Just thinking about how He brought those many people to give to one is amazing. You are a living testimony.
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