The title "the accuser of our brethren" reveals Satan's character and, therefore, his ongoing activity. (That's why I try not to listen to accusations against brethren. I know where they originate.)
A great courtroom procedure has ensued since the fall of man. God the Father is God the Judge of all (Heb. 12:23), Jesus Christ, the Righteous, is our Advocate (1 John 2:1-2).

The American Heritage Dictionary defines advocate as: "One that argues for a cause. One that pleads in another's behalf; an intercessor."¹ Satan is the Prosecuting Attorney—the accuser.

…For the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night. And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.
(Rev. 12:10-11)

The title "the accuser of our brethren" reveals Satan's character and, therefore, his ongoing activity. (That's why I try not to listen to accusations against brethren. I know where they originate. And I fear to be found on the accuser's side in any matter.)

The Bible is the Book of the Law
Someone has said, "If man's redemption is to be real, it must be solidly lawful." Redemption is the crux of the matter. Adam exercised his free will and fell into the hand of the enemy.

The Blood of the Lamb redeemed man from Satan's hold and unto God and His plan. The American Heritage Dictionary gives this definition of redeem: "To recover ownership of by paying a specified sum."²

As a child, I heard an evangelist tell a story which helped me understand redemption.

A father and his small son worked together and built a toy boat. They whittled out its hull, painted it red, and attached a white sail. Then they enjoyed many happy hours sailing it in the river running through their village.

Somehow the father died. When the boy sailed the boat alone, it brought back good memories. Until…. One day a big wind caught the little sail and carried the boat down the river faster than the boy could run after it. Out it sailed into the sea.

The boy missed his boat so much for the long time it was gone.

About Thanksgiving time, he was overjoyed to see his little boat appear in the toy shop window. He ran inside and said, "That's my little boat in the window! My father and I made it and it was lost to the sea." The shop owner said, "That little boat was brought in by fishermen who found it. I'll let you have it for what it cost me."

The boy had no money. But he went to work. He cut wood. He sold papers. He did everything he could think of to do. Each day he counted his money. And each day he held his breath as he passed the toy shop to see if the little boat was still there.

At last, on Christmas Eve, he had enough money. But had someone bought the little boat for a gift? How thankful he was to see it still in the window. When he came out of the shop, he clasped the little boat to his chest and cried, "Little boat! Little boat! You're twice mine! I made you! And I bought you!"

God made us and He redeemed us. He redeemed us not with silver and gold, but with "Precious Blood."

Our Only Plea
In the early seventies my husband, Kent, worked for 18 months in Pennsylvania. During the summer of 1971, I took a leave from my job and the children and I spent three months with him in Beaver, Pennsylvania.

We liked antiques and we had lots of fun traveling the back roads of Pennsylvania and Ohio looking for goodies. Following a crudely painted sign advertising something for sale we came upon an old Ohio farmhouse and a fascinating family who lived there.

Not long out of the hippie culture they were newly born again and glowing with the light of new birth. When they discovered I worked for a ministerial association, the wife, still dressing rather like a "hippie-chick," begged us to come back again and again to teach them the Bible.

One day she shared a dream she'd just had.

In her dream she stood third in a long line of people waiting before a beautiful gate to enter Heaven. Father Abraham met each one and asked their qualifications for entry. The first man in line said, "I was a Boy Scout leader. I devoted all my free time to young boys preparing them to be good citizens."

"That's good," came the reply. "But is there anything else? Is there anything more?"

"No."

With a wave of the authority figure's hand, the applicant was denied entry.

The second person was a woman. In response to the request for her qualifications she said, "I was a Sunday School teacher for 30 years."

"That's wonderful. But is there something else?"

She offered nothing else.

"Entry denied."

My friend thought in her dream, "Oh, they've done wonderful things and they're not getting in. I've never been anything but a hippie!" And she felt great concern.

"Next," came the call. It was her turn!

"And what are your qualifications to enter Heaven?"

She was surprised at her quick answer, "I plead the Blood of Jesus Christ!"

"Open wide the gates!" Father Abraham cried with a sweeping movement of his arms indicating her abundant entrance into glory.

There can be no argument against pleading the Blood. It is our only plea!

¹ American Heritage Electronic Dictionary, Houghton Mifflin Company
² Ibid

Source: The Blood and the Glory by Billye Brim
Excerpt permission granted by Harrison House Publishers