Red

Red-for the Savior, for His Blood

During this Easter Season I am reminded again of how grateful I am for my Savior, Jesus Christ. He truly lived, suffered, died, and rose again For Us. What an amazing miracle!

And lo, he shall suffer temptations, and pain of body, hunger, thirst, and fatigue, even more than man can suffer, except it be unto death; for behold, blood cometh from every pore, so great shall be his anguish for the wickedness and the abominations of his people.

Mosiah 3:7

I'd like to share a journal entry from 8-14-12, a time that really helped me to understand that the Savior really understands me perfectly. That He suffered more than I can comprehend and He suffered specifically for me and specifically for you.

"I can't quite explain how it feels to be betrayed. Father...the man who brought me to this earth and for a time loved me in word and deed...until it all became a show that he didn't know was performing through his body. He had rehearsed the lines and practiced the motions so many times that the script became his reality. He couldn't even realize that behind the set stage was an empty room.  All of the actors and props had been laid out for the audience to see; but behind it all, where his real fans waited on the sidelines he left nothing...nothing but an

empty room.

"Great Show!"

audience members say as they walk out and new ones excitedly rush in. But we stand there feeling numb; drowning in the hypocrisy and facade. Even though we want to strangle to stand in wife and children...we just stand and smile...nodding. 

"Yes" we say through hollow throats throbbing as they fill with blood. 

"Yes" this time with a gurgle.

"It's just great..."

But as countless audiences marvel at this spectacular man our bodies slowly fill with the blood of betrayal. Our capillaries, veins, arteries, vena cava, ventricles, aorta, and our entire heart burst with a sudden pulse...and then we know... me must leave--but it seems too late as the blood fills our body and starts to leak.

Out of Ever Pore. 

But while we're dripping and covered in the crimson drops of agony the audience passes by and says

"Great Show!" with even more vigor than before. 

It seems like an eternity that we stand there bleeding, but no one can see. Our blood is invisible even as it stains-her soul-my soul-everything. 

But the He comes.

When He walks up to us I see that He is--

Bleeding from Every Pore.

Just like her.

Just like me.

And He too is invisible to the audience.

Only those who Bleed at Every Pore can see Him.

But even as He drips with crimson pain, His clothes are White and He says,

"Come, Follow me",

softly, as He bleeds and bleeds. Just like her-just like me. And I see scarlet tears seep from His eyes because He Bled from Every Pore and understands her and me. And I feel my own red tears fall because He came.

He finally came.

As He leads us out of that hollow theater, the audience gasps in shock.

"How could you leave?! It's such a great show!"

"Yes" we say and bleed and bleed, He, She, and Me,

"Yes, but that's what it is--a show"

And we walk away, their burning eyes bore into our bleeding backs but all they see are fools when they view the wise. And most of all they fail to see the bleeding man in pure White leading us step by step. 

Because only they that Bleed from Every Pore can see this man. 

She and me. We follow Him. 

Because He cried for us and bleeds for us. 

And as we leave our clothes turn white, just like His. 

He set us free and we never have to go back to that empty room if we follow Him. 

He lives and He loves us. I know it. I have felt His presence in my life. When I never thought I could feel ok again, He led me back to the light. I know that He can and is waiting to do the same for each and every one of us if we will just heed His call to us "Come, Follow Me". 

In this Easter season, may we remember Him and all that He has done for us.

Mosiah 16:6-9