Last Friday I did the filing at work. I filed a very large stack of papers. It was a quiet day, lots of people took the day after the Thanksgiving Holiday off.
The room that the files are kept in is called, “the vault.” It is windowless and a bit stuffy, locked after hours. The difficulty with doing the filing is that there isn’t any room left. The files are crammed together on most of the shelves, even getting a manila folder or one of the larger cardboard files in and out is a challenge. So, I spent the first part of the day trying to make more room to add that large stack of paper.
By the end of the day I had cuts on three fingers, the corner of a file jammed under my thumbnail, a ripped nail on the other hand, a large bruise on my arm and a very sore back. Even though I was trying to be careful, work wounded me!
As I sat in my chair Friday night bemoaning my sore hands and stiff back, I was reminded of other wounds. Listen to what Peter wrote: “[Jesus] himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.” [Read 1 Peter 2:21-25]
My miniscule wounds left me feeling miserable, Jesus’ massive wounds made me whole. How can I ever thank Him enough?
My dear Savior, thank you for being wounded so that I might be healed and whole. Amen
