"There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins,
and sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
and there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away..."
Children love to play with nails. I imagine that Jesus, being reared in a carpenter's shop, was no exception. As he fondled nails and drove them into bits of wood, he could not have guessed that nails would one day pin him to a cross. But they did. And today nails have become symbols to us of his suffering.
It is our Lord's suffering which makes it impossible for me to reject him. His cross itself pierces like a nail into my indifference and holds me captive. I have become a prisoner of the Christ of the scars who so loved me that he gave himself for me.
I cannot always accept the cross, but the cross helps me to understand the seriousness of sin in my own life.
I cannot always comprehend the cross, but the cross helps me to comprehend the wonderous love of God.
Today nail down our indifference and become a prisoner of God's love.
Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows,
Yet it was the Lord's will to crush him and cause him to suffer,
Pray: Christ of the scars, I do believe that thou didst endure suffering in my stead. I thank thee for the burden of sin which thou has lifted from my soul. I now present my soul and body as living sacrifice to thee, which, after all, is my reasonable service. Amen.
Devotions for Women at Home, Martha Meister Kiely, Abington Press, ISBN 0-687-10679-6