love is a mystery,you just cant figure it out.STORY OF A NAIL"dont look down on me because i seem to be an insignificant nail. i travelled the world and i have seen much in life. The highlight of my life was the day i was taken by a Roman soldier along a dusty road that ked to calvary."When he took me out of his bag, i saw three men waiting to be crucified.
Serve them right, these criminals! But there was something different about the man in the middle.Those weeping woman called him 'Messiah' . A plaque on the cross read " King of the Jews" . So this was no ordinary man. He seemed to be well loved and respected. I hate to see this man die. For once, i wish i wasnt a nail.
A soldier placed me at the wrist of the man in the middle and hammered me in.
"OUCH, OUCH!" my head hurts. How self-centered i was. The pain must have been excruciating for him, but he was silent. As his head turned, I saw those eyes. They were not eyes of anger and hatred, but of love and compassion. I heard him say,
"Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing"There was something i didnt understand. What crime has He committed?
'He claimed to be the Son of God,' one woman told another. But..... to be crucified for that?
Later i gathered it had to do with what man called
"sin" . This man had to bear the sins of the world.
That sounded pretty heavy. Poor man.It wasnt long before He breathed his last. Honestly, i was sad to see him die. If He claimed to be God, and if it is true, surely He can save himself?
Why didnt he come down from the cross? My fellow nails and i secured him to the cross. But it was love, love for the world that held him there.