The pain was excruciating.
Unlike anything I ever remember experiencing.
It didn’t last long,
but it was BAD.
I was loosely strapped to a flat, hard table
awaiting surgery for carpal tunnel syndrome,
fully awake and totally aware of all that was happening around me.
There was the constant beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor machine.
Every few minutes the blood pressure cuff would tighten up and check me out.
The OR staff were busy at work preparing.
The shot was to deaden my hand for the surgery.
The doctor said it would hurt.
He was so right!
The medicine shot into my whole hand and I couldn’t help but respond.
I wanted out!
But I was in too deep at that point.
Last night, as I lay awake in bed nursing some healing pains in my wrist,
my mind turned to Jesus.
Many scholars believe the nails were driven into the area near His wrist.
This makes sense, since the palm area would most likely rip away from His weight.
It is said the pain and the blow would cause His hands to draw up into enormous cramps.
Did He cry out in pain?
The Word doesn’t tell us, but I think He probably did.
Did He want out?
We know He had a struggle with all this that night in the garden,
but He also wanted to do His Father’s will.
I endured my short-lived pain to rid my hand of a life-affecting problem.
Jesus endured hours of wrenching pain on a rough, wooden cross and
it, too, was for a life-affecting problem.
Jesus, fully awake and totally aware of all that was happening around Him,
chose to stretch out BOTH of His hands and endure nails.
He didn’t have a problem that needed repair.
As I understand more and more of just what it was Jesus did for me,
the more I want to live my life in a way that says
“Thank You, Lord” for bearing the cross I deserved.
His pain opened the door to wholeness.
His death opened the way to true life.
For that, I am grateful and humbled.
Lots of love, Sharon