dizzle
August 26th 2003, 08:17 AM
From Joni Eareckson Tada’s Diamonds in the Dust
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. Galatians 2:20
The cross is a place of peace and power. Just look at this man’s letter:
”I spent one and a half years on a kidney machine before getting a transplant. At first I did a lot of complaining, but then I stopped when I read the account of the Crucifixion. Because in the kidney center, they helped me get out of my coat; with Jesus, they stripped off his clothes. When entering the center, the nurses always spoke a kind word; Jesus heard ‘Crucify him!’
On he machine I would develop a headache and they would bring me an ice pack and aspirin; a crown of thorns was shoved on Jesus’ head. Sometimes I would get thirsty and they’d give me juice; Jesus got vinegar. I laid on a comfortable bed for five hours; Jesus hung on nails. I hardly felt the needle they inserted in my vein; spikes were driven through Jesus’ hands and feet. My blood was cleansed; His blood spilled on the ground.
Jesus turned my days of complaining into days of praising when I took time to look at the cross. A careful look into the events that took place that day on Calvary should stop all our complaining.”
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. Galatians 2:20
The cross is a place of peace and power. Just look at this man’s letter:
”I spent one and a half years on a kidney machine before getting a transplant. At first I did a lot of complaining, but then I stopped when I read the account of the Crucifixion. Because in the kidney center, they helped me get out of my coat; with Jesus, they stripped off his clothes. When entering the center, the nurses always spoke a kind word; Jesus heard ‘Crucify him!’
On he machine I would develop a headache and they would bring me an ice pack and aspirin; a crown of thorns was shoved on Jesus’ head. Sometimes I would get thirsty and they’d give me juice; Jesus got vinegar. I laid on a comfortable bed for five hours; Jesus hung on nails. I hardly felt the needle they inserted in my vein; spikes were driven through Jesus’ hands and feet. My blood was cleansed; His blood spilled on the ground.
Jesus turned my days of complaining into days of praising when I took time to look at the cross. A careful look into the events that took place that day on Calvary should stop all our complaining.”