Monday, December 24, 2012
Yep, I admit it, Iím a true redhead and Iím prone to forget things. I love practical things I can really grab a hold of and run with, things that will change me on a very deep level. Yesterday my pastorís wife made a point I think is worth repeating. It had to do with nails. Iím really visual, so totally helped that she had a prop Ė one of those nails with a ribbon on. You may have seen them. Iíve got one hanging on my tree. Yet I still forget.
Forget what? you may ask. Forget the nails. What nails? Well, for one, the nails in my Saviourís hands and feet. Thatís what Christmas is all about, after allÖ isnít it? The nails? Because the nails lead to the cross, which leads to the tomb, which leads to the road to Emmaus. Right? I mean, the whole point of Easter was His sacrifice for us so that we could receive eternal life. At least, thatís what I believe.
OK. Back to the nails. The kind your husband came home without,t after a whole day spent Home Depot. Believe me, Iím well familiar with that scenario. Tava made the point that Jesus was likely very familiar with nails. In those days they didnít have too many choices, since there wasnít a whole lot of epoxy around, so pretty much the only thing that could hold things together would have been nails. As she quite rightly said, it would be logical to assume there were could well have been nails in the very manger Jesus was placed in after His birth. Which would mean that His life started with nails, and ended with nails. Hence the importance to me right now of the concept of nails.
I donít know if youíve ever done any research on what He actually went through on the day of His death from a medical standpoint, but it was horrific. And Iíve come to understand that everything they did to my Jesus, it should have been me. Those were my nails, the ones they put in His hands and feet Ė it was my sin and shame He bore that day. Itís been said before but itís good to remember; He was born to die. Literally. Frances J. Roberts said once that our sins are no longer covered, theyíre washed away. How I thank God for the NEW Testament. Weíre not under the law but under grace. Talk about the ultimate ďForgive and Forget.Ē Iíve been forgiven, and my sins have been forgotten, Psalm 103.12 tells me. Thrown deep into the sea of forgetfulness, according to Micah 7.19. Talk about the ultimate do-over. How much more of a fresh start could you possibly need?
Kari, the conscious-of-the-nails
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