Sorry, this isn’t a normal story. This season of Lent has been especially challenging, refreshing and life-changing. As such I found myself writing this little story. This story starts in the middle of a boy struggling with his pain.
“Dad, Dad,.. No, please don’t take the bandage off! It will hurt!” The little boy cried out to his dad, his face grimaced at the thought of the pain, his thoughts swirling with emotions; will the pain last long? Will it go away?
“I need to my child. Your way hasn’t worked. Your wound is still there, your bandage hasn’t healed you.”
“But it’s going to hurt!!” The boy said as tears began rolling down his eyes.
“It will hurt but you will be healed. Take comfort; it’s only for a moment.”
The Dad ripped the bandaged off, the boy sobbed uncontrollably, dropping his face into his hands. The pain still raw, the boy looked at where his bandage had once been expecting to see red dripping from a wound struggling to heal but there was nothing to be found. No blood, no wound, not even a scar.
The boy’s wound was real. His pain was real. He had ran for so long until something happened. His world collapsed and it was time to take the bandage off. It wasn’t the way it was supposed to be but it happened and through his brokenness, he can see the One wanting to take away his wound and restore what was once lost.
Up on a hill there was a man hanging from a tree, His body beaten and bruised, rejected by the world, mocked with a crown of thorns, blood pouring down his face. His arms were stretched wide, His hands and feet nailed to the tree. But why? Why did it have to be this way?
“He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.”