The other day my not-quite-two-year-old grandson got a
splinter in his finger. By the time he showed his parents his “owie,” the skin
had closed over and the area had become red and swollen. Mommy and Daddy
borrowed a needle from me and proceeded to remove the splinter. Oh, Dominic did
not like that! “It hurts, it hurts!”
he cried as his father gently prodded the wound. His mother held him close and
told him, “We have to do this so it will heal, baby.”
Life’s like that, isn’t it? True, deep healing comes through
a wound.
“But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on
him, and by his wounds we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:4-6)
