"... which is shed for you and for many..."
The Blood has not yet reached it's full potential.
For us it has, of course; for we have received the Gift of redemption. But there are those who have yet to appropriate the Blood in their own life's and allow it to pave their Way into Eternity.
There are the Judas' - he was seated at the table when Christ initiated the New Covenant and still became filled with satan, right there at that sacred moment! - people who sat with Jesus as friends yet have hardened their hearts with the appetites of the flesh, perhaps so much so they themselves have forgotten the sweetness of the Fruit they so once enjoyed.
There are those in foreign countries who have yet to hear the Good News. This Blood is for them, too. "For you and for many for the forgiveness of sins," as the Prayer Book reads. These are the outcast, the clueless, or the mentally challenged who will never be able to make a stand, lift a hand, or give public testimony to "Jesus as Lord and Savior."
The veins of Christ's Blood run deeper than the skin of religious protocol.
Christ's Blood - for many - flows un-endlessly from the Cross, flowing from the mountain and penetrating the deepest, darkest, caverns of the human condition; from CEO's to kids with needless stuck in their arms, from the redeemed to the not-yet-churched. The Blood is runs hard and violently from Golgotha, splitting rocks, ripping trees from their roots, snapping chords of generational sin, dislodging demons, and freeing anyone - everyone - of a forever in hell; anyone who merely gets a drop of It.
Such is the wonder working power of the Blood!
Recently I was celebrating the Eucharist and, as I lifted the silver Chalice above my head in offering it to the Lord I saw, in the Cup there - in the distorted circumference of it's reflection - the faces of the people standing there around the altar with me; each face reflected in and from the Cup of Grace. Yet, if Truth be realized, the whole of humanity was reflected in that Cup. I just couldn't see them. If I could, there would be so many faces - too many to number, too many to comprehend - in that Cup.
Such is the precious Blood of Christ who washes away our sins, nourishes us with his Life, empowers us with the Divinity to take up our Cross and rise with him the Golden City my means of an Ancient Way which is eternally stained with his Crimson Life.
Everyone we see, every tribe we study, every person in the late night bar, every person at the Easter's Sunrise service; all of humanity - past, present, and future - even if they were to be doubled in size, still would not shake nor exhaust the the Almighty power and Living Presence of our Father, in even one drop of the Blood.
For you, and for many.
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