giving blood

I gave blood yesterday. For me, it’s a spiritual discipline. It’s a way of physically experiencing the piercing of my skin as an act of sacrifice. Although it is of no comparison to what Jesus experienced, it brings to mind how he gave what I don’t deserve. As I pump out the blood, I think of his unfathomable love. In my own small way I share life through giving blood to people I don’t even know. It’s an honor.