Friday, April 6, 2012
When I was building our garden, I managed to substitute my fingernail for a regular nail with the hammer, which left the mark shown below.
And let me tell you did it smart. I can't remember the last time I'd had the same degree of physical pain.
Fortunately, with the help of ice and about an hour, although still quite tender for a few days, I was able to go finish building the garden.
But this Easter season, my finger is a powerful reminder of how infinitessimally minor my pain and suffering was compared to our Lord.