It was a desperate situation in St Albans last night.

There were lots of us lying on our backs, bleeding profusely.

The good news was that there were plenty of medical staff around us.

The bad news: they weren’t in the least bit bothered about the state we were in.

Well, that’s what it’s like at a blood donor session.

Last night there were uni students, mums with their children, people playing games on their smartphones, others like me trying to get some work done as we waited.

It was a diverse group – but we all felt it worthwhile to give up both time and some of the vital fluid in our bodies to help other people who would need it.

People who really would be in a desperate situation.

It’s one of the most satisfying things I do in life and you can do it too (see www.blood.co.uk).

But, as a Christian, there is something extra-special in it for me.

As I lie there every four months or so watching fluid flowing from my arm, I am praying for the person who will receive it.

Whoever they are, child or adult, I want them to know the life and health that I am so privileged to have.

But I am also praying that they will come to know the Lord I serve.

He was the ultimate blood donor through whose death we can know life beyond measure.

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