I was walking around amongst some Saints, talking to them, with a look of serious concern. I had huge, deep holes in my back. It was a mystery to me. I didn’t know what the oddly and randomly shaped holes were. They were deep gaping holes all over my back, often 2 inches, by an inch, in size, and deeper than could be seen. There were many of them. As I was asking people what they were, and what I should do, I saw there were large, fast spiders diving in and out of these holes in my back. I was confused. I was thinking that those spiders needed to be killed! How can I get them out of there, and why are there holes in my back, with spiders going in and out of the holes? What’s the connection? ………… And then it hit me. This is a complicated and serious problem, beyond what I had originally understood. The large spiders were surely laying eggs—and those were nests in my back. :(
What could be done. From my years of hiring household bug exterminators, I know that spiders are hard to kill with poison—which would probably poison me as well. And spider eggs are virtually impossible to kill. I might have to be sacrificed to save the others, as Jonah was for his disobedience. Perhaps I needed to have gasoline poured on me and be laid, back down, on a fire. If I were wrapped totally head to toe in cellophane, that might work. But I intuitively knew that if any orifices were left open the spiders would bore through my body to find, and escape, endangering others. I can’t let this happen to others. I need to be dealt with. What poison could be poured into the wounds to kill all of the intruders? There is nothing. Spiders are seldom exterminated that way, and eggs cannot be………. It’s over. I must be burnt. And quickly.
At this exact moment, unexpectedly, a song welled up in my mind, out of nowhere. I was resigned, willingly, that I needed to be burnt to ashes. What could be poured into my wounds? There is nothing. What could be poured into my wounds……
And then this song answered the question, unexpectedly, with a quiet crescendo of assurance:
“WHAT CAN WASH AWAY MY SINS? NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD OF JESUS.”
“WHAT CAN MAKE ME WHOLE AGAIN? NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD OF JESUS.”