The Safest Spot in the World

Let me explain the picture above. I know it seems rather odd with little visual appeal- yet for me- it is a place of profound significance. Patty and I are back in the States for a few months to experience what it feels like to be first time grandparents. It is over the moon awesome, but I’ll save the details for another blog.

This past Sunday we attended a church in Colorado where life changed for me as a young teenager. Even though a new church just took over the building a few months ago, the flood of memories stirred my soul. The Pastor preached a powerful sermon on the blood of Jesus from Hebrews 9.

It brought me back to a Sunday night on a snowy November 26, 1978, where a pastor from England preached on the perfect blood of Jesus that poured out for sinners on a cursed cross. To this day I can’t explain how a shy, angry 13 year old made his way to the front of the church, other than by the supernatural grace of Father God.

I will never forget kneeling at this particular spot with streams of tears soaking the floor. A man prayed over me, “hide this young man behind the cross of Christ.” As he prayed it was like a hand picking me up and placing me behind the cross. I experienced a peaceful love and a liberating joy that made that floor feel like the safest place on earth. The shame of sin was replaced by waves of forgiveness and belonging.

Sunday as we were singing “what can wash away my sins, nothing but the blood of Jesus” my eyes went to the place in the front of that church where years ago I was brought into the safest place in the world. It has been 43 years since the Father took me from death to life and placed me behind the cross of Christ. He has proven over and over again His presence-opened up by the blood of Jesus-is a home like no other.

After the service I revisited that secure spot. I took a picture to remind me of the day when God the Father brought me home by the blood of His Son. This perfect blood keeps me in His loving presence without shame or condemnation forever. The blood that says I’m His son. He will never leave me or abandon me. No matter what happens in this volatile world, I live in the safest place spot in the world, within the arms of my Abba Father.

I pray you can revisit the place where you received the blood of Jesus and were brought into the presence of the Father, the safest place in the world!

What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus: What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Oh! Precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow: No other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

 This is all my hope and peace – Nothing but the blood of Jesus! This is all my righteousness – Nothing but the blood of Jesus.