Make All Things New

Recently I noticed some small splinters in my hand. As is so common with these things, it only started hurting after I noticed them. Then I remembered that we have a larger, wooden cross we setup at church during the time of Advent. “I must have gotten them from that.” I thought to myself. “Man, these are really starting to hurt. I need to get them out.”

Thankfully, it didn’t take me long to realize the ridiculousness of complaining about the “pain” I endured carrying the cross. A few splinters are not even worth comparing to the immense agony that my Savior suffered through carrying His cross. And even more, He, who never deserved to bare such shame, did so for me. I so thankful for grace!