Slap. Twist and pull. Ribbons of flesh torn away. And diseases bowed their knees to his suffering. Slap. Twist and pull, raining crimson and bits of flesh fall to the ground. And the earth sipped of the suffering savior’s antidote for every sickness. Slap. Twist and pull. The nine leather thongs of the sadistic flagellum were like demon tongues of a dragon, razor blades of darkness cutting and clinging to the skin of God; yet with every stripe the incurable was submitted to the power of the blood. My friend, you have healing through the shed blood of Jesus. You have deliverance because of the power in the blood. Its atoning nature brings the supernatural; it gives you the ability to resist the darkness. Listen now…