Dear reader, have you come to “the sprinkled blood”?  The question is not whether you have come to the knowledge of a particular doctrine, the observance of some ceremony, or a certain experience; but have you come to the blood of Jesus?

The blood of Jesus is the very life and foundation of all godliness.  If you have truly come to Jesus, we know how you came – the Holy Spirit graciously brought you to Him.  You came to the sprinkled blood through no merit of your own.

Guilty, lost, and helpless you came to claim His blood, and His blood alone, as your everlasting hope.  You came to the cross of Christ with a trembling and aching heart, and oh, what a precious sound it was to hear the voice of the blood of Jesus!  The dripping of His blood is like the music of heaven to the repentant children of earth.

We come full of sin, but our Savior invites us to lift our eyes to Him.  Then as we gaze upon His bleeding wounds each drop of blood cries out as it falls, “’It is finished’ (John 19:30).  I have brought an end to sin.  I have brought everlasting righteousness.”

Oh, how sweet are the words of the precious blood of Jesus!  And if you have come to that blood once, you will come continually.  Your entire life will be one of “looking to Jesus” (Hebrews 12:2).  Your total behavior will not be characterized by the idea of looking back to your first experience of coming to Him, but a continual life of always coming to Him.  If you have ever come to the sprinkled blood, you will feel the need to come to it every day.  But he who has no desire to wash in it daily has never washed in it at all.

A true believer always feels the joy and acknowledges the privilege of partaking in a fountain that is always open.  Living on past experiences is insufficient food for Christians, but a continual coming to Christ alone brings us joy and comfort.  May we each sprinkle our doorposts with His blood, and then feast upon the Lamb with the assurance the destroying angel must pass us by.

Copied from a reading in “Look Unto Me: The Devotions of Charles Spurgeon,” by Jim Reimann.