BOOK- He Who Bleeds

He Who Bleeds,
A Systematic Theology of Intercession
by Susan Ector Ward

A theology of intercession?  He who intercedes bleeds.

Book cover FrontWard opens the curtain into the Holy of Holies and invites us all to walk in.

What is inside that mysterious room?

It is a place of bleeding and healing.  As our Lord has gone before us, He calls us to join Him beyond the curtain into the room of intercession.

He Who Bleeds describes our Savior.  So if Jesus is the image of the invisible God, then can we not see the character of the Invisible God in our Savior Jesus Christ? 

He is The God Who Bleeds. 

He is calling us to join Him in a special place.

Having therefore, brethren, boldness to enter
into the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus

Hebrews 10:19  

What happens inside that Most Holy Place?

The Holy of Holies has one function.
It is the place where intercession is made.

He Who Bleeds is a call to intercessors. 

The LORD saw it, and it displeased him
that there was no justice.  And he saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no intercessor.      
Isaiah 59:15-16

There was no justice.
There was no intercessor.

Innocent victims all over the globe in the 21st century
cry for justice.  God wants justice.

 God looks for intercessors!

 This link will take you to the Amazon.com page for He Who Bleeds.

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He Who Bleeds -New Book Coming Soon

Cover He Who Bleeds

“Only one who has accepted the pain of suffering
can offer
the forgiveness of reconciliation.”
Excerpt from chapter 7

Here is a taste of my next book, the first from Word in Vision Press.  He Who Bleeds is a study in redemption, reconciliation and intercession.  The beautiful cover art is from a triptych by Lisa Brumley Bell entitled The Dawning of the Day of Atonement.  I am hoping that this book will be available on Amazon.com by the end of this month.

Some of Me- A Poem

A Poem for the Hurting and Abused:

What does he look like?
Does he come on with a smile?
Is he good looking?
Or, does he just think he is?
He says he wants you.
You know what he means.
His want has nothing to do with you.

What does he look like?
Does he want something from me?
I’ve seen their eyes
Roving, piercing, twinkling,
Sneering;
And hands, too,
Sometimes fists,
Sometimes groping,
Taking what I will not give.
They take me,
But they cannot have me.
The secret within,
Some of me is yet alive
Inside this death-stiff carcass.

What do I look like?
I have one face and many,
But you still don’t see me.
I am none of those you’ve seen.
I heard you crying,
And I have come.

The Ashen Altar – A Poem for the Day of Atonement

Let me live in the fire of the Ashen Altar,
Living sacrifice accepted above,
Laying my life down that others may live;
Just like my Lord has done.

“Follow me,” he calls, “in Death is Life.
The Fire has Resurrection power.
Your life laid down shall rise again
And multiply heavenly deeds.”

The title, Upon the Ashen Altar,  refers to the pile of ashes outside the camp of Israel where the ashes from the Altar of Sacrifice were dumped.  On the Day of Atonement each year, the bullock and the goat of Atonement were burned, outside the camp, upon those ashes.
(see Leviticus 4:12 and Leviticus 16:27)

Hebrews 13:10-13
We have an altar, whereof they have no right to eat which serve the tabernacle.   For the bodies of those beasts, whose blood is brought into the sanctuary by the high priest for sin [on the Day of Atonement], are burned outside the camp.   Wherefore Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people with his own blood, suffered outside the gate.   Let us go forth therefore unto him outside the camp, bearing his reproach.

The Warrior Maiden – A Poem

Brandishing burnished Sword
Transparent in armour of Light
There stands the Warrior Maiden
Prepared for the darkest of night.

A curtain sliced through;
A way opened up;
Enters the Maiden
And drains the bloody cup.

Her life on the Altar
Long now has lain,
But up she has risen
Atonement to gain

For those who have hurt her
By whom she was slain.
She calls to the Judge,
“Forgive them my pain.”

Light pierces through;
The Earth opens up;
Stands forth her Beloved,
“You have drunk of my Cup.”

The two who are one
All infirmities feeling
Now spread out their hands
In forgiveness and healing.

Ector Ward, copyright 2006

Thank you Thursday Poets Rally for the Perfect Poets Award.

I nominate Harry Nicholson for the next award.

Follow Me – Graphite Painting

Father God on Cross

Copyright 2009

He is the image of the invisible God…
Colossians 1:15

Jesus said,

“He who hath seen Me hath seen the Father.”
John 14:9

The face of God the Father gazes upon the viewer from the body of Jesus Christ, the Son.

Jesus also said,

“The Son can do nothing by himself;
he can do only what he sees his Father doing,
because whatever the Father does, the Son also does.”
John 5:19

Therefore, in this picture we see Father God in the form of Jesus Christ giving His life on the cross for us.

His grandfatherly face hints of a smile, and He seems to be bidding the viewer,

“Come, follow me”

original by Ector Ward
copyright 2009
Graphite pencil on Bristol paper
12″ X 15″