When I was a kid in Brooklyn, my family attended the First Baptist Church of the Redeemer in Flatbush. It was a beautiful brick building on the corner of Ocean Avenue and Cortelyou Road. I looked forward to Sundays, a they were the only opportunities I had to spend time with my very first girlfriend, Arlene Crozier.
But my most vivid memories of Redeemer were the congregation singing two particular hymns, There is Power in the Blood,
‘There is pow’r, pow’r, wonder-working pow’r
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is pow’r, pow’r, wonder-working pow’r
In the precious blood of the Lamb.”
and Are You Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?
“Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?”
The image of someone washing themself…
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