I’ve realized that I have two options in this world and lifetime of mine. Either I will be stained by the world and allow it and its desires to leave marks all over my life. Or, and I do say OR I will allow my life to be stained by the blood of Jesus and allow His life to leave marks all over me. I choose the latter. I choose to live a life that is stained by Jesus. Have you ever bought a brand new shirt and within a day you spill ketchup or bar-b-q sauce on it? I have, it makes me furious. And I think the thing that bugs me the most about the stain is the fact that everyone notices it, and not only do they notice it, but they also feel the need to point it out. As if I forgot the hot dog falling down my shirt and I needed someone to remind me by pointing out the stain. It’s like insult to injury. I think for me to call myself a Christian and not be willing to wear the stains of His blood is adding insult to injury. It’s wanting the trophy without the sweat, blood, and tears practice requires. I’m wearing my new shirt, 2 Corinthinas 5:17 says, “If anyone is in Christ he is new creation, the old has gone and the new has come.” And I’m proud of the stain it bears, for this shirt is a blood stained shirt, a stain that I only pray others will notice by the way I live my life and feel they need to bring it to my attention!
Blood Stained-Male, Age 17