Paraphrasing, of course...

'God' made man.

'God' gave man free will to choose wrong, which man did.

'God' told man to sacrifice animals and/or first born sons in order to make it right, which it did not.

'God' flooded out mankind because of his dissatisfaction.

Mankind once again became populated and 'God' was still not pleased.

So 'God' sent Jesus, 'Gods' son(or 'God' himself) incarnated to be sacrificed to 'God' himself.

That made it all better to 'God'.

Now, anyone who belives that story whole heartedly is saved from the world that 'God' gave man to live.

So, 'Gods' plan was to have himself killed so that man would believe in 'God' and be saved from man's own sin, one of which is killing.

'God' then paid for our sins by sending himself to be killed by his own plan which satisfied himself and then he would forgive man for sin.

I think that sums it all up.

After reading that I feel like I just came out of the SPIN cycle of a washing machine.

Sorry James, I tried to keep it simple, kinda like follow the bouncing ball...



It is hard for me to reconcile also, but I think it covered the major events with plainly explained reasons behind them.

Jeannie,

Abra asked this a while back in the form of "to whom was the debt paid?"

It seems appropriately similar to your question.

Man was paid.

The blood of Christ is significant as an allegorical metaphor of adoptive inheritance as a last will and testament would aptly allude to.

Quite simply put, the blood of Christ is significant as an emblem of life; life spiritually speaking.

Being that the blood was spilled on the earth is significant to include all inhabitants in the earth as having been visited with adoptive inheritance and access to promises made, in remembrance of the name of Jesus as being of God.
As the record of his words tells, he offered that all believers in God that accpet that he too is of God are included in his promises and liberties which were given of him to us, from the Creator, through him.

The blood as an emblem speaks more to the Judaic backdrop than to the releveance of such emblems today, as the reference point for the culmination of the extant of all metaphors and allegories given their traditions.

I suppose it begs the question as well regarding the bread and the wine speaking to his flesh and his blood.

That is answered in that His Word is the bread 'of life' and his spirit is the wine, or 'blood'.

That we are indwelt, is signified in the comprehension of the 'living word' within and the 'Holy Spirit' within which is the downpayment, if you will, of the adoptive inheritance being accepted. That comprehension becomes inherent when manifested within any believer, but it comes from God and not man.

It is the down payment, if you will.

It is not the whole of eternity's reality, nor is it the whole of things rendered eternal through immortality.

Mortal must put on immortality, but etrnity is inherited, and NOT INHERENT, in Christ.

It is but a valuable pearl of great price to the bearer of the down payment.

The bearer is man, woman or child, so found in Christ from the heart.


It is as close an answer that is possible, short of having received the gift. The gift defines itself.

I, or we, can only identify that it exists. Defining it is best left to God, which is what the gift does by itself.

It is an experienced reality, not a wine tasting room of free samples, necessarily

Abra, my friend...

don't get pissed at me, but this sounds much like the occultic diatribe that Adolph Hitler morphed to his advantage and subsequent privelege.

Sreiously, read MEIN KAMPF, Hitler's book, and you will understand what I mean.

Wrapping this advice around your comments is but a convenient example for me to display just how 'hopping the fence' occurs in Christianity.

This talk of Jesus visiting the far east and elsewhere prior to the advent of his public ministry is not something new.

It has been forwarded before, quite unecessarily so, at all.

It's ancillary efficacy is irrelevant minutia that only distracts from his message.

Keeping it pithy is Jesus' hallmark.

It doesn't needto be any more romantic than it is to the human heart in its' simplicity.

Romans, chapter one, is a good example of just how simply Jesus' message reaches into certain hearts and not others.

How that revelation is dealt with has rendered mauch pseudo-christianity, my friend.

As you are well aware.

Let's not further exascerbate the contentions, eh?

It got Hitler killed, and untold millions too.

Some nutcase might jus take you seriously and run with what you are saying, having heard this for the first time from your post.

Chew on that.

love and peace, my friend.

wouldee?

to whosoever will

look into the sermons of one, Charles Spurgeon.

long deceased from the earth, he taught heavily on the subject.

Jesus said little, yet does much, to this day.

If it were just about words, Spurgeon's are many. worth chewing on, though.












edit.....http://www.spurgeon.org/misc/biopref.htm

Dwight Moody is mentioned on this page. I have learned much from Dwight Moody's writings, even more so.

Spurgeon.

April 28
It Becomes Mutual

I will dwell in them, and walk in them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. (2 Corinthians 6:16)
Here is a mutual interest. Each belongs to each. God is the portion of His people, and the chosen people are the portion of their God. The saints find in God their chief possession, and He reckons them to be His peculiar treasure. What a mine of comfort lies in this fact for each believer!

This happy condition of mutual interest leads to mutual consideration. God will always think of His own people, and they will always think of Him. This day my God will perform all things for me; what can I do for Him? My thoughts ought to run toward Him, for He thinketh upon me. Let me make sure that it is so and not be content with merely admitting that so it ought to be.

This, again, leads to mutual fellowship. God dwells in us, and we dwell in Him; He walks with us, and we walk with God....

Oh, for grace to treat the Lord as my God: to trust Him and to serve Him, as His Godhead deserves! Oh, that I could love, worship, adore, and obey Jehovah in spirit and in truth! This is my heart's desire. When I shall attain to it, I shall have found my heaven. Lord, help me! Be my God in helping me to know Thee as my God, for Jesus' sake.

i'd have to agree with ya there darlin!


sheesh all this ta do about god...and blood and saviours


how about we just make the price of rice affordable eh??

is that tooo much to ask???


crazy humans

i meant to quote creative soul....argh!!!araphrasing, of course...

'God' made man.

'God' gave man free will to choose wrong, which man did.

'God' told man to sacrifice animals and/or first born sons in order to make it right, which it did not.

'God' flooded out mankind because of his dissatisfaction.

Mankind once again became populated and 'God' was still not pleased.

So 'God' sent Jesus, 'Gods' son(or 'God' himself) incarnated to be sacrificed to 'God' himself.

That made it all better to 'God'.

Now, anyone who belives that story whole heartedly is saved from the world that 'God' gave man to live.

So, 'Gods' plan was to have himself killed so that man would believe in 'God' and be saved from man's own sin, one of which is killing.

'God' then paid for our sins by sending himself to be killed by his own plan which satisfied himself and then he would forgive man for sin.

I think that sums it all up.

i dont think it takes a rocket scientist to see that the writings are riddled with metaphor....

so the price paid with a blood sacrifice is like energy spent...blood =energy..life's blood= hard work etc etc...

the essence is in the blood...(so many feel/think)..

personally Scarlett, i don't give a damn...lol

Spurgeon was a bad boy too.

Like me. maybe not as bad...LOL

But nonetheless, he wrote of himself with this little copy and paste of mine.

This old preacher has an interesting story.

These are his own words......

please forgive the length....it is but a drop of dew in his very large bucket of persuasions.



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WAS privileged with godly parents, watched with jealous eyes, scarcely ever permitted to mingle with questionable associates, warned not to listen to anything profane or licentious, and taught the way of God from my youth up. There came a time when the solemnities of eternity pressed upon me for a decision, and when a mother's tears and a father's supplications were offered to Heaven on my behalf. At such a time, had I not been helped by the grace of God, but had I been left alone to do violence to conscience, and to struggle against conviction, I might perhaps have been at this moment dead, buried, and doomed, having through a course of vice brought myself to my grave, or I might have been as earnest a ringleader amongst the ungodly as I now desire to be an eager champion for Christ and His truth.
I do speak of myself with many deep regrets of heart. I hid as it were my face from Him, and I let the years run round,—not without twinges of conscience, not without rebukes, when I knew how much I needed a Saviour; not without the warnings which came from others whom I saw happy and rejoicing in Christ, while I had no share in His salvation. Still, I put it off, as others are doing, from day to day, and month to month, and thought that Christ might come in some odd hour, and when I had nothing else to do, I might think of Him whose blood could cleanse me. O my soul, I could fain smite thee now! Truly, I could lay this rod about my own heart to think that weeks and months should have rolled over my head, and I should have hid as it were my face from Christ in wilful neglect of my dear Lord whose heart had bled for me.
Children are often very reticent to their parents. Often and often have spoken I with young lads about their souls, and they have told me they could not talk to fathers upon such matters. I know it was so with me. When I was under concern of soul, the last persons I should have elected to speak to upon religion would been my parents,—not through want of love to them, nor absence of love on their part; but so it was. A strange feeling of diffidence pervades a seeking soul, and drives it from its friends. Yet I cannot tell how much I owe to the solemn words of my good mother. It was the custom, on Sunday evenings, while we were yet little children, for her to stay at home with us, and then we sat round the table, and read verse by verse, and she explained the Scripture to us. After that was done, then came the time of pleading; there was a little piece of Alleine's Alarm, or of Baxter's Call to the Unconverted, and this was read with pointed observations made to each of us as we sat round the table; and the question was asked, how long it would be before we would think about our state, how long before we would seek the Lord. Then came a mother's prayer, and some of the words of that prayer we shall never forget, even when our hair is grey. I remember, on one occasion, her praying thus: "Now, Lord, if my children go on in their sins, it will not be from ignorance that they perish, and my soul must bear a swift witness against them at the day of judgment if they lay not hold of Christ." That thought of a mother's bearing swift witness against me, pierced my conscience, and stirred my heart. When I was a child, if I had done anything wrong, I did not need anybody to tell me of it; I told myself of it, and I have cried myself to sleep many a time with the consciousness that I had done wrong; and when I came to know the Lord, I felt very grateful to Him because He had given me a tender conscience.
Fathers and mothers are the most natural agents for God to use in the salvation of their children. I am sure that, in my early youth, no teaching ever made such an impression upon my mind as the instruction of my mother; neither can I conceive that, to any child, there can be one who will have such influence over the heart as the mother who has so tenderly cared for her offspring. A man with a soul so dead as not to be moved by the sacred name of "mother" is creation's blot. Never could it be possible for any man to estimate what he owes to a godly mother. Certainly I have not the powers of speech with which to set forth my valuation of the choice blessing which the Lord bestowed on me in making me the son of one who prayed for me, and prayed with me. How can I ever forget her tearful eye when she warned me to escape from the wrath to come? I thought her lips right eloquent; others might not think so, but they certainly were eloquent to me. How can I ever forget when she bowed her knee, and with her arms about my neck, prayed, "Oh, that my son might live before Thee!" Nor can her frown be effaced from my memory,—that solemn, loving frown, when she rebuked my budding iniquities; and her smiles have never faded from my recollection,—the beaming of her countenance when she rejoiced to see some good thing in me towards the Lord God of Israel.
Well do I remember hearing my father speak of an incident that greatly impressed him. He used to be frequently away from home preaching, and at one time, as he was on his way to a service, he feared that he was neglecting his own family while caring for the souls of others. He therefore turned back, and went to his home. On arriving there, he was surprised to find no one in the lower rooms of the house; but, on ascending the stairs, he heard a sound as of someone engaged in prayer. On listening at the bedroom door, he discovered that it was my mother, pleading most earnestly for the salvation of all her children, and specially praying for Charles, her first-born and strong-willed son. My father felt that he might safely go about his Master's business while his dear wife was caring so well for the spiritual interests of the boys and girls at home, so he did not disturb her, but proceeded at once to fulfil his preaching engagement.
My mother said to me, one day, "Ah, Charles! I often prayed the Lord to make you a Christian, but I never asked that you might become a Baptist." I could not resist the temptation to reply, "Ah, mother ! the Lord has answered your prayer with His usual bounty, and given you exceeding abundantly above what you asked or thought."
Up to the age of fourteen, I had not even heard of people called Baptists; and when I did hear of them, it was not at all a favourable report that was given to me concerning them. I do not suppose my parents meant me to believe that Baptists were bad people; but I certainly did think so; and I cannot help feeling that, somewhere or other, I must have heard some calumnies against them, or else how should I have had that opinion?
I remember seeing a baby sprinkled within less than an hour of its death; and I seem to hear even now the comfort which a certain good man gave to the bereaved parents,—"What a mercy the child was baptized! What a consolation it must be!" This was in-an Independent family, and the words were spoken by an Independent minister.
I knew an instance of an aged minister, of the same persuasion, who sprinkled a little boy, although the father was averse to it. The child was running about in the hall of the minister's house, and his mother was looking on. He was caught up, and the pious man exclaimed, "Come along, Mrs. S___________, the poor child shall not live like a heathen any longer." So the conjuration was performed, and the little boy was put into the Paedo-Baptist covenant. He was not only suffered to come, but forced to come; and, doubtless, went on his way rejoicing to think it was over.
It is said by some that children cannot understand the great mysteries of religion. We even know some Sunday-school teachers who cautiously avoid mentioning the great doctrines of the gospel, because they think the children are not prepared to receive them. Alas! the same mistake has crept into the pulpit; for it is currently believed, among a certain class of preachers, that many of the doctrines of the Word of God, although true, are not fit to be taught to the people, since they would pervert them to their own destruction. Away with such priestcraft! Whatever God has revealed ought to be preached. Whatever HE has revealed, if I am not capable of understanding it, I will still believe and preach it. I do hold that there is no doctrine of the Word of God which a child, if he be capable of salvation, is not capable of receiving. I would have children taught all the great doctrines of truth without a solitary exception, that they may in their after days hold fast by them.
I can bear witness that children can understand the Scriptures; for I am sure that, when but a child, I could have discussed many a knotty point of controversial theology, having heard both sides of the question freely stated among my father's circle of friends. In fact, children are capable of understanding some things in early life, which we hardly understand afterwards. Children have eminently a simplicity of faith, and simplicity of faith is akin to the highest knowledge; indeed, I know not that there is much distinction between the simplicity of a child and the genius of the profoundest mind. He who receives things simply, as a child, will often have ideas which the man who is prone to make a syllogism of everything will never attain unto. If you wish to know whether children can be taught, I point you to many in our churches, and in pious families,—not prodigies, but such as we frequently see,—Timothys and Samuels, and little girls, too, who have early come to know a Saviour's love. As soon as a child is capable of being lost, it is capable of being saved. As soon as a child can sin, that child can, if God's grace assist it, believe and receive the Word of God. As soon as children can learn evil, be assured that they are competent, under the teaching of the Holy Spirit, to learn good.
In the household in which I was trained, no cooking was ever done on the Sabbath; and if in the winter time something hot was brought on the table, it was a pudding prepared on the Saturday, or a few potatoes, which took but little trouble to warm. Is not this far better, far more Christian-like, than preparing a great Sunday feast, and compelling servants to slave in the kitchen? If the horse was taken out because the distance to the meeting-house was too great, or the weather too rough for walking, Christians of the good old school always gave the animal its Sabbath on the Saturday or the Monday; and as to the coachman, when they employed one, they always took care to give him time to put up the horse, that he might come in and worship with the family, and they were content to wait till he could come round for them after service, for they did not want him to lose even the Benediction.
Ought it not to be so everywhere? Our servants should be regarded as a part of the family, and we should study their comfort as well as our own, if for no other reason, certainly, because they will then study ours; but, above all, we should remember their souls, and give them every opportunity to enjoy the means of grace. How can they do this if we make the Lord's-day as much a work-day as any in the week? We are not of those who think it wicked to boil a kettle for tea on a Sunday, nor can we yield to the demands of some, that everybody, however feeble, or however distant his abode, should walk to the place of worship. To some, such a walk would be working with a vengeance, and to many an absolute deprivation of the means of grace; but, still, we must not allow unnecessary labour in or about our habitations on the Lord's-day, and must devise means to make the necessary work as light as-possible. Is a hot joint preferable to a servant's soul? Is it fair to keep a girl at home merely for our own needless gratification? Especially, is this justifiable in the case of those who fare sumptuously every day?


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I recollect, when I was a boy, hearing a minister preach from this text, "Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies." The opening of that memorable discourse was somewhat in this fashion:—"'Who can find a virtuous woman?' Why, anyone who chooses to look for her; and the only reason why Solomon could not find her was because he looked in the wrong place. Virtuous women kept clear of a king who had such a multitude of wives. But," said the preacher, "if Solomon were here now, and were made truly wise, he would not long, ask,—'Who can find a virtuous woman?' He would join the church, and find himself at once among a band of holy women, whose adornment is a meek and quiet spirit. If he were permitted to look in upon the Dorcas meeting, he would see many of the sort of whom he once said, 'She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.' If he would adjourn to the Sunday-school, he would there meet with others of whom he would say, 'She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.' We, who serve the Lord Jesus, meet many a time with virtuous women, of each of whom we could say with the wise king, 'Her price is far above rubies."'
The preacher of whom I have spoken, interested me by the remark, "Why 'above rubies'? Why not above diamonds? My brethren, the diamond is but a pale and sickly stone, which needs the glare of candle-light or gas to set it off; but the ruby is a ruddy, healthy gem, which is beautiful by daylight. Lovely is the woman whose face is full of the glow of activity in domestic life. That is the kind of woman who makes the housewife in whom the heart of her husband safely trusteth."
Whatever one may think of the correctness of the exposition, the sentiment of the preacher was sound and practical.
I have not all pleasant reminiscences of the preachers of my boyhood. I used to hear a divine who had a habit, after he had uttered about a dozen sentences, of saying, "As I have already observed," or, "I repeat what I before remarked." Well, good soul, as there was nothing particular in what he had said, the repetition only revealed the more clearly the nakedness of the land. If it was very good, and, you said it forcibly, why go over it again? And if it was a feeble affair, why exhibit it a second time? Occasionally, of course, the repetition of a few sentences may be very telling; anything may be good occasionally, and yet be very vicious as a habit. Who wonders that people do not listen the first time when they know it is all to come over again? I once heard a most esteemed minister, who mumbled sadly, compared to "a humble bee in a pitcher,"—a vulgar metaphor, no doubt, but so exactly descriptive, that it brings to my mind the droning sound at this instant most distinctly, and reminds me of the parody upon Gray's Elegy:—


"Now fades the glimmering subject from the sight,
And all the air a sleepy stillness holds,
Save where the parson hums his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the slumb'ring folds."

What a pity that a man who from his heart delivered doctrines of undoubted value, in language the most appropriate, should commit ministerial suicide by harping on one string, when the Lord had given him an instrument of many strings to play upon! Alas! alas! for that dreary voice, it hummed and hummed, like a mill-wheel, to the same unmusical tune, whether its owner spake of Heaven or hell, eternal life or everlasting wrath. It might be, by accident, a little louder or softer, according to the length of the sentence; but its tone was still the same, a dreary waste of sound, howling wilderness of speech in which there was no possible relief, no variety, no music, nothing but horrible sameness. When the wind blows through the AEolian harp, it swells through all the chords; but the Heavenly wind, passing through some men, spends itself upon one string, and that, for the most part, the most out of tune of the whole. Grace alone could enable hearers to edify under the drum—drum—drum of some divines. I think an impartial jury would bring in a verdict of justifiable slumbering in many cases where the sound emanating from the preacher lulls to sleep by its reiterated note.
I have a very lively, or rather a deadly, recollection of a certain series of discourses on the Hebrews, which made a deep impression on my mind of the most undesirable kind. I wished frequently that the Hebrews had kept the Epistle to themselves, for it sadly bored one poor Gentile lad. By the time the seventh or eighth discourse had been delivered, only the very good people could stand it: these, of course, declared that they never heard more valuable expositions, but to those of a more carnal judgment it appeared that each sermon increased in dulness. Paul, in that Epistle, exhorts us to suffer the word of exhortation, and we did so. I also recollect hearing in my younger days long passages out of Daniel, which might have been exceedingly instructive to me if I had obtained the remotest conception of what they meant. I remember hearing a sermon from these words, "Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well." Certainly, the preacher did not make his sermon a well, for it was as dry as a stick, and not worth hearing. There was nothing like cheerfulness in it; but all the way through a flood of declamation against hopeful Christians, against people going to Heaven who are not always grumbling, and murmuring, and doubting; fumbling for their evidences amidst the exercises of their own hearts, ever reading and striving to rival job and Jeremiah in grief, taking the Lamentations as the fit expression of their own lips, troubling their poor brains, and vexing their poor hearts, and smarting, and crying, and wearying themselves with the perpetual habit of complaining against God, saying, "My stroke is heavier than my groaning."
I used to hear a minister whose preaching was, as far as I could make it out, "Do this, and do that, and do the other, and you will be saved." According to his theory, to pray was a very easy thing; to make yourself a new heart, was a thing of a few instants, and could be done at almost any time; and I really thought that I could turn to Christ when I pleased, and that therefore I could put it off to the last part of my life, when it might be conveniently done upon a sick bed. But when the Lord gave my soul its first shakings in conviction, I soon knew better. I went to pray; I did pray, God knoweth, but it seemed to me that I did not. What, I approach the throne? Such a wretch as I lay hold on the promise? I venture to hope that God could look on me? It seemed impossible. A tear, a groan, and sometimes not so much as that, an "Ah!" a "Would that!" a "But,"—the lip could not utter more. It was prayer, but it did not seem so then. Oh, how hard is prevailing prayer to a poor God-provoking sinner! Where was the power to lay hold on God's strength, or wrestle with the angel? Certainly not in me, for I was weak as water, and sometimes hard as the nether millstone.
Once, under a powerful sermon, my heart shook within me, and was dissolved in the midst of my bowels; I thought I would seek the Lord, and I bowed my knee, and wrestled, and poured out my heart before Him. Again I ventured within His sanctuary to hear His Word, hoping that in some favoured hour He would send a precious promise to my consolation; but, ah! that wretched afternoon, I heard a sermon wherein Christ was not; I had no longer any hope. I would have sipped at that fountain, but I was driven away; I felt that I would have believed in Christ, and I longed and sighed for Him. But, ah! that dreadful sermon, and those terrible things that were uttered; my poor soul knew not what was truth, or what was error; but I thought the man was surely preaching the truth, and I was driven back. I dared not go, I could not believe, I could not lay hold on Christ; I was shut out, if no one else was.


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well said ...

New account? It's nice to see you back.

I have been reading the Urantia papers in search of a hint of what the crucified savior means. It is very lengthy and detailed. I am up to just before Adam and Eve and this is after the Lucifer rebellion. It is very interesting.

I will post my results if I find the answer to the original question.

If we were purchased by the blood, who were we purchased from?

It is beginning to look like we were purchased from the "Dragon" which is Lucifer, Satan, and his group of angelic supporters who rebelled against the creator Son Christ Michael, seeking liberty.

I am thinking this book would make a great television series.

It makes sense because the rebels were on the earth before the planting of Adam and Eve. (There were other humans, more primitive there at that time)

Therefore, the planetary prince at that time was a rebel in league with Lucifer, and it was this group responsible for interfering with the introduction Adam and Eve who were being planted to improve the genes of the human races.

http://urantiabook.org/newbook/

JB

Ive been reading The Urantia since I first heard about it from you JeannieBean Interesting stuff

Hebrews 9

1Now even the first covenant had (A)regulations of divine worship and (B)the earthly sanctuary.
2For there was (C)a tabernacle prepared, the outer one, in which were (D)the lampstand and (E)the table and (F)the sacred bread; this is called the holy place.

3Behind (G)the second veil there was a tabernacle which is called the (H)Holy of Holies,

4having a golden (I)altar of incense and (J)the ark of the covenant covered on all sides with gold, in which was (K)a golden jar holding the manna, and (L)Aaron's rod which budded, and (M)the tables of the covenant;

5and above it were the (N)cherubim of glory (O)overshadowing the mercy seat; but of these things we cannot now speak in detail.

6Now when these things have been so prepared, the priests (P)are continually entering the outer tabernacle performing the divine worship,

7but into (Q)the second, only (R)the high priest enters (S)once a year, (T)not without taking blood, which he (U)offers for himself and for the (V)sins of the people committed in ignorance.

8(W)The Holy Spirit is signifying this, (X)that the way into the holy place has not yet been disclosed while the outer tabernacle is still standing,

9which is a symbol for the present time. Accordingly (Y)both gifts and sacrifices are offered which (Z)cannot make the worshiper perfect in conscience,

10since they relate only to (AA)food and (AB)drink and various (AC)washings, (AD)regulations for the body imposed until (AE)a time of reformation.

11But when Christ appeared as a (AF)high priest of the (AG)good things [a]to come, He entered through (AH)the greater and more perfect tabernacle, (AI)not made with hands, that is to say, (AJ)not of this creation;

12and not through (AK)the blood of goats and calves, but (AL)through His own blood, He (AM)entered the holy place (AN)once for all, having obtained (AO)eternal redemption.

13For if (AP)the blood of goats and bulls and (AQ)the ashes of a heifer sprinkling those who have been defiled sanctify for the cleansing of the flesh,

14how much more will (AR)the blood of Christ, who through (AS)the eternal Spirit (AT)offered Himself without blemish to God, (AU)cleanse your conscience from (AV)dead works to serve (AW)the living God?

15For this reason (AX)He is the (AY)mediator of a (AZ)new covenant, so that, since a death has taken place for the redemption of the transgressions that were committed under the first covenant, those who have been (BA)called may (BB)receive the promise of (BC)the eternal inheritance.

16For where a covenant is, there must of necessity be the death of the one who made it.

17For a covenant is valid only when men are dead, for it is never in force while the one who made it lives.

18Therefore even the first covenant was not inaugurated without blood.

19For when every commandment had been (BD)spoken by Moses to all the people according to the Law, (BE)he took the (BF)blood of the calves and the goats, with (BG)water and scarlet wool and hyssop, and sprinkled both (BH)the book itself and all the people,

20saying, "(BI)THIS IS THE BLOOD OF THE COVENANT WHICH GOD COMMANDED YOU."

21And in the same way he (BJ)sprinkled both the tabernacle and all the vessels of the ministry with the blood.

22And according to the Law, one may (BK)almost say, all things are cleansed with blood, and (BL)without shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.

23Therefore it was necessary for the (BM)copies of the things in the heavens to be cleansed with these, but (BN)the heavenly things themselves with better sacrifices than these.

24For Christ (BO)did not enter a holy place made with hands, a mere copy of (BP)the true one, but into (BQ)heaven itself, now (BR)to appear in the presence of God for us;

25nor was it that He would offer Himself often, as (BS)the high priest enters (BT)the holy place (BU)year by year with blood that is not his own.

26Otherwise, He would have needed to suffer often since (BV)the foundation of the world; but now (BW)once at (BX)the consummation of the ages He has been (BY)manifested to put away sin (BZ)by the sacrifice of Himself.

27And inasmuch as (CA)it is appointed for men to die once and after this (CB)comes judgment,

28so Christ also, having been (CC)offered once to (CD)bear the sins of many, will appear (CE)a second time for (CF)salvation (CG)without reference to sin, to those who (CH)eagerly await Him.

Basically, you're very close to the truth. We were purchased from Satan because Satan causes us to sin and sin results in death. The only thing that saves us from the penalty of death and God's judgement is Jesus' blood. God wouldn't be a just God if he let sin slide, thus, he had his son, Jesus, pay the penalty for us, thus his blood saves us from sin, justifies us, and has "purchased" the church, as the scripture in Acts says.

Now, the question is, do we take up this free gift or not? Do we allow it to change our life? Do we give our life to Jesus as he gave his life for us? Not only can you be purchased by the blood, but you can be made dead to sin and alive in a new life by the blood, too. If you lift the Lord, he will lift you!

That is pretty thoughtful stuff, Abra. No attack, no vitriolic persuasion, just a well thought out post. Nice work!

'God' bought us back from Satan?

Whattaya figure Satan paid for us to begin with?

Do you believe we depreciated or appreciated in value?

That whole thing makes no sense to me...