“Do you have ID with you?” the woman at the front desk asked.
“Y-yes,” I answered, fumbling in my wallet for my driver’s licence.
As she recorded my information on the computer, I looked at the pamphlet in front of me. It was full of questions about disease and medicines and instructions for the procedure. I really did read it, but everything happened so fast that I soon forgot. I glanced back at Holly and Daragh and we smiled at each other, knowingly.
A few more desks and interviewers and a thousand questions later, I was seated on a dentist-like chair, with my arm strapped to a bunch of tubes and cords that I tried to figure out. “Remember to keep clenching your fist,” the kind nurse reminded. I pulled my fingers in and out and in and out again and again. I tried to read my book, but I never got past the first page.
“What will it feel like? Will it hurt? Will I faint?”
And then suddenly, I heard a song. His body the bread…His blood the wine… broken and torn out all for love. And the whole earth trembled and the veil was torn. Love so amazing. Love so amazing. And I remembered — I’m not the only one who gave blood before.
No, there was another. Quite another, He was. He gave it while strapped to a tough, rugged cross while I just sat on this medical-bed-type thing. His hands were nailed to the wood and His body bled. There was a scar in His side. My blood would just flow neatly from my vein into the tube. And while I gave my blood to save one earthly life, He gave to save the world from eternal death.
“If you don’t want to look, now would be the time to turn away,” the nurse said, rubbing that liquidy stuff onto my arm.
I turned my head but I smiled. I smiled at my friend and sister who waited for me. I smiled at the other people waiting to give blood. I smiled at the thought of Jesus, my own blood donor.
I’ve had a stressful week, sleepless nights, and some questions for God. I’ve wondered a lot and cried a bit. I’ve searched, but I never thought I’d find Him at a blood donor clinic. I guess that’s because Jesus is everywhere, always willing to give us His blood.