The Cleansing Power

THE CLEANSING POWER
1 John 1:7

By nature, man is not born spotless; in fact, the Psalmist said in Psalm 51:5 that man was conceived in sin. The nature of the flesh is the sinful nature. It's this nature that make it difficult to please God, Romans 8:8. As long as man still goes around with this sinful nature, he is still at hostility with his Maker. There is nothing we can do to blot out the stains of sin. The most expensive soap won't even was you clean, no matter how much of antiseptic properties it contains.

In the past, before the birth of Christ, a particular plant's leaf was used for cleansing - hyssop. But hyssop only cleans the outside, the sinful nature still remains.

Where Can I Find This Cleansing Power?
Brethren, nowhere else than the Blood of Jesus. This Blood was shed for our redemption and restoration to God. This Blood has never lost it's power; it remains as efficient as ever.

Abel's blood was shed innocently; his blood cried out to God, but it was the cry for vengeance; but this Blood with the Cleansing Power cried out for mercy. The Bible says the Blood of Jesus speaks better things than the blood of Abel, Hebrews 12:24.

My friends, for how long will you go around with shame, stains and stigma of sin? The fount is open and still flowing: come now and be cleansed. It is free! This Blood cleanses the soul! Please come now!

God is waiting for you at the fountain where the blood flows. He wants to make you clean, whole and spotless; Isaiah 1:18
“Come now, and let us reason together,” Says the LORD,
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
They shall be as wool."

Please honour this call now! A time will come when salvation will no longer be free!

Consider the lines of this song:

There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood.

There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in His day;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow’r,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Are safe, to sin no more.

E’er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

When this poor, lisping, stamm’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.