Tuesday, June 24, 2008

There's Power in the Blood

Wow! It's been a really long time since I have posted anything on my blog, and I am sorry about that. But perhaps this story will offer some glimpse into my life at the moment and an explanation for my long absence from the blogosphere.

Warning: This post contains irreverent comments. Please do not proceed without a sense of humor.

I have never been a big fan of the "blood" hymns--you know "There's a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins...", etc. While I do fervently believe that we are all saved by grace through Jesus Christ, I am not really big on sacrificial atonement theology. And besides, I am squeamish, and it just seems gross to me.

So when I found out that one of our Vacation Bible School songs was "There's Power in the Blood" I was a little unnerved. I wasn't sure I wanted my three year old running around singing at the top of her little lungs: "there's power, there's power, there's wonder-working power in the BLOOD OF THE LAMB." But of course they always make those VBS songs so darn peppy and catchy, and that's exactly what happened. And I have had that song stuck in my head for going on ten days now.

Anyway, on Sunday afternoon, with Vacation Bible School over and done with we were just having a nice, relatively quiet time at home. I was in the yard with Graham, my neighbor and her kids waiting for Nora to come outside to play with them when I heard screaming from inside the house. Marcus bursts through the back door to tell me I have got to come inside NOW! Fearing the worst, I run inside to see blood all over the floor. Sojourner--the dog--had a nosebleed. Nora was freaking out and Marcus was trying to calm her down, so the bleeding dog was wandering all over the house. The place looked like a crime scene! Quickly, I called the animal hospital, got directions and we all loaded up into the car to take Sojo to the vet, spraying Resolve on the carpets on our way out the door.

We still don't know exactly what caused the nosebleed, but two vet visits and $600 later he seems to be on the mend. That night we finally got home, got something to eat and got the kids into bed, and Marcus and I spent the rest of Sunday night cleaning up the house. And the whole time, all I could think of was "there's power, there's power, there's wonder-working power...." Ugh.