This little testimony is very
likely ill-advised, much too easily misconstrued, and almost certain to offend
someone, but I’m going to share it anyway. Throughout my life I’ve heard that
everyone has a gift. I’ve spent most of
my life wanting very much to believe that, and desperately hoping to discover
what mine is. When I was a boy I received a dandy scar on my hand. I was helping my dad salvage some old barn lumber
when I carelessly tossed a weathered, old two by four and in the process drove
a 16 penny nail deep into my hand. As childhood injuries go, this one was not particularly
serious, but it left me with a nail scarred hand, which for me, has been an ever-present
reminder of the nail scarred hand of my Savior, and the hope, peace and joy His
sacrifice makes available to each and every one of us through faith. For me, my
insignificant childhood injury is emblematic of my Savior and His unconditional
love. At best, my hand is a pale and powerless substitute for the nail scarred
hand of Christ, but God has performed remarkable works with less. If and when God chooses, I’d like to believe
He might touch one heart through mine. In
any case, it’s in that spirit and with humble heart that I offer it to any who’ll
have it. SC
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