Da Sweet Blood of Jesus

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Church, let's bow our heads

for a brief prayer for our

recently departed Bishop Enoch.

- He's in a better place now.

- Pray for his lovely family.

- Praise Jesus.

- Amen!

Amen!

And Jesus spoke to them, saying,

"He who eateth my flesh

and drinketh my blood..."

- Uh-huh.

- "...shall have eternal life,"

and I shall raise you up

in the last day.

For my flesh

is the drink indeed,

- "and my blood is the drink indeed..."

- Hallelujah!

"...for whosoever eateth my flesh

and drinketh my blood

- "shall abide in me..."

- Yes, yes, yes!

- "...and I in him."

- Yes!

- Amen, church, amen!

- Amen!

Pick up your Bible.

- Put down that .22.

- Uh-huh!

- Put down that .38.

- Yes!

Put down your .45.

Oh, glory to God, lift up your Bible

and put down that Uzi.

- That's right.

- Yes!

- You don't need no AK-47.

- No, you don't!

You need Romans 8:21.

Put down your nuclear arms!

- Yes, thank you, yes.

- Yes, God.

Oh, glory to God,

right now, right here.

- Whoo! Oh, right here.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh!

- Hallelujah!

- God loves you right now.

He's giving you

the power right now.

- Say, "I accept it."

- I accept it.

But you got to say,

"I accept You, Lord God."

I accept You, Lord God.

- Thank You.

- Thank You.

- For living in my life.

- For living in my life.

- Right here.

- Right here.

- Right now.

- Right now.

- I love You.

- I love You.

I love You.

I love You.

I would never

turn my back on You.

I would never

turn my back on You.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Bless the Lord Jesus.

Dr. Greene, you know my associate,

Mr. Hightower.

- Such a pleasure to see you again.

- Pleasure's mine.

Would you like to see

what we found?

Magnificent.

Absolutely magnificent.

I think this may be

one of the finest

Ashanti relics to be discovered.

X-rays reveal

fragments of bone and skull.

Notice the curious markings.

A thousand years before

the Egyptians

performed surgeries,

the Ashanti used anesthetics

and developed

mold cultures, diseases,

and performed

blood transfusions.

Queen Helgda suffered

from a blood disease.

Ashanti's surgeons

came up with the idea

of transfusing blood

from the strong and healthy

to the queen.

But she needed so much blood,

her victims were bled to death.

Soon, the entire population

became addicted to blood.

It was only a matter of years

before an almost bloodless nation

began to die

of pernicious anemia.

Queen Helgda raised armies

and destroyed the nearby lands

in a series of blood wars.

Blood was desired.

I suppose,

if I believed in desire,

it wouldn't frighten me so much.

But the idea of desire

is a part of our culture.

I believe the Ashanti

evolved a need for blood.

Not a passion for it...

it was a need.

It's more of a perversion

than that.

Something one would feel

guilty about needing.

After all,

blood has a dreadful connotation,

like a passion

for soiled underwear or urine.

Desiring and drinking blood

is a very antisocial act.

Unless we happen to exist

in a blood society.

Ah, but we do exist

in a blood society.

The United States of America is the most

violent country in the world.

We're the best in the business.

Dr. Greene,

I've read all your books

several times.

You think I'm impressive?

Yes.

And you discover everything

through your senses.

You...

love art.

Art is God's ally.

Science, God's natural foe,

would you agree?

Let me think about it.

Dr. Greene?

You have a wonderful home.

How far does the property go?

About 40 acres.

- Do you mind if I get some air?

- Not at all.

I have some reading

to do before I sleep.

I'll see you in the morning,

say 8:
30?

Good.

Oh, have a good night's sleep,

as I will.

Hightower!

Hightower!

Hightower, is that you?

- I've been drinking.

- You haven't been drinking enough

to jump from out of my tree.

This isn't your tree.

It is Almighty God's tree.

God didn't buy

this 40 acres, I did.

Money don't mean sh*t to me.

Especially since I never had any.

Well, money doesn't matter

that much to me, either.

Don't look like it.

Your mother ever tell you

all that glitters ain't gold?

No, but I do love

that Spinners song.

My favorite Spinners song

is "Mighty Love."

None of this

has anything to do with you.

Mr. Hightower,

that's my tree and my rope.

And I'm afraid

that would give the authorities

a right to invade my privacy with

all sorts of embarrassing questions.

I thought

it'd be more considerate

to use the Atlantic Ocean

to end my life.

I have a fear of water.

Thank God your fear

outweighs your manners.

I tried to find a way

not to involve you.

The fact is I'm involved,

Mr. Hightower.

Now, there's no way

for you to know this,

but I'm the only

colored on the block,

so when a black man

washes up ashore around here,

you can bet they're gonna

drag me in for questioning.

Will you come down

from my tree now?

I'm begging you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Dr. Hess.

I'm sorry, I hope you could

forgive me.

It's all right, just...

please, come down.

Be careful.

- For the love of God, come down!

- Okay!

Aah! Oh...

F***!

I just spent six months

in Bellevue.

Working too hard,

suffering with

migraine headaches.

I have wasted

so many years in therapy.

I'm totally dependent

on the system.

And when that fails me,

I set out to find another system

by which I can exist.

I read blogs,

self-help books,

et cetera.

Anything to find a way to cope

with a society I despise.

My ex-wife

is a natural b*tch.

I don't even know

why I married her.

Are you more interested

in the blood of Christ

than in His body?

I've lost all interest

in the flesh.

So much for what you've lost.

What have you gained?

Are you asking me

what are my beliefs?

Why did the Ashanti

refer to it as

"the beginning of death"

rather than "the end of life"?

I suppose they knew

something we didn't.

Is it terrible to drink blood?

It's less of a sacrilege

to drink blood than to spill it.

I hope my mood swings

do not affect

my employment with you

on this research project.

I'm going to sleep now,

Dr. Greene.

Have a good night.

Ugh!

Grant, O Lord,

that as we are baptized

into the death

of Thy blessed son,

our Savior Jesus Christ,

so by continually mortifying

our corrupt affections,

we may be buried with Him

and that through the grave

and gate of death,

we may pass to our

joyful resurrection,

for His merits,

who died and was buried

and rose again for us the same,

Thy Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

All right, Mr. Long.

Don't move.

I'll be right back.

- Hey.

- Hey!

How was your date last night?

It was really fine.

- Fire!

- Fire?

- There's a fire in there!

- Oh, my God!

Afire!

Hold on.

- Don't panic.

- All right, all right.

Don't...

That's more complicated,

and that's more personal.

I'm talking about using resources

that we can evolve in.

How are your drinks, ladies?

- Just fine, Dr. Greene.

- Oh, refreshing.

- Where's yours?

- Oh, I don't drink before 5:00.

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