This afternoon as the garage door slammed with my fingers between it, the pain I felt made tears go down my face. I let out a loud sigh and then just burst into tears completely. I thought to myself, " Why do garage doors have to be so darn heavy!" The pain I felt seemed unbearable, I'm not even exaggerating, I felt like my fingers just might fall off.
The house was quiet with Luis at work, Josiah sleeping and Abram and Eli playing in their room. They must have heard me crying because they ran out to see why. I managed to get out what happened, even though I was crying so hard I could barely understand myself. Through all my mumbling and tears Eli understood that I was hurt and he quickly ran to the freezer and came back with an ice pack. He asked me where it hurt and placed the ice pack on that area. He said, "Ok, all better now!" as he ran back to the freezer with the ice pack. I couldn't help, but smile. Abram looked concerned and pulled a picture out of his backpack that he had made for me at school. He shoved it in my face and said, "Here you go. I'm sorry you got hurt." and walked away. Hey he tried!
I wanted one of them to hug me, but they just continued about their day. My fingers were throbbing and the pain shot up my arm. I shook it off, let out one last sigh, got off the floor and went about my day as well. Throughout the evening the pain in my fingers would come back as I used that hand. It was a constant reminder of the little accident that caused me so much pain.
So why am I telling you all this? Because as I got off the floor I thought to myself, " Can you imagine the pain Jesus felt as the nails were being hammered into his palms? You can barely handle the smash of a door, Jesus endured so much more pain for the sins of the world." My heart sank and a gust of sadness came over my chest.
Had I known, earlier that day, that the garage door was going to slam on my hand at that moment, I would have not even gone into the garage. I would have avoided the whole scenario. Jesus knew exactly what he was going to go through (Mark 14:35-36), yet he did it anyway.
In my "garage door pain", I longed for someone to hug me, to make the pain go away, that pain that seems so mild compared to the pain Jesus went through. What if He wanted a hug? Did He want God to just make the pain go away? An ice pack maybe? The thought alone makes my heart hurt and tears run down my face. It is midnight and I am dead tired, but I had the urge to share this with you.
This weekend as you spend time with family, friends and loved ones, remember the real meaning of Easter. It has nothing to do with eggs, bunnies or candy. Jesus went through the ultimate pain for the world. We could never in a million years endure that sort of pain, but He would never ask us to. He did it willingly so we wouldn't have to. This holiday is about Jesus and the remembrance of that sacrifice and His glorious rising from the dead. Remember to give thanks for that sacrifice, for that price that was paid for our sins. The beauties of this life are all thanks to his willingness to endure.
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
Have a beautiful weekend!