Pierced Flesh

Hard at work, “about his father’s business “, you might say, he wiped the beads of sweat from his brow. 90 minutes or more into the laborious task given him that morning, came the unseen. Tender skin gave way to rusted metal. Deep into flesh, passing through fibers and rubber soled shoe the nail did go. The puncture drew crimson from his young foot and the pain set in. Without thought he reeled back in agony not realizing what he had done. His foot was lifted and the shoe remained, nail embedded within. Making use of strength in his good limb, my son then hopped on one foot, 50 yards to our front door.

Psalm 22:16 says;

Dogs surround me, a pack of villains encircles me; they pierce my hands and my feet.

Isaiah 53:4-5 says;

 Surely he took up our pain 
   and bore our suffering, 
yet we considered him punished by God, 
   stricken by him, and afflicted. 
 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. 

As hard as it can be for a parent to witness a child in pain and bleeding, we as God’s children must remember His sacrifice on the cross was a hundred fold to our sufferings. Thankfully, flesh does heal. He knows our burdens and our afflictions and how frail the flesh truly is. So when we are pierced in the flesh or in the spirit, we can “cast all our cares on Him because He cares for us.” 1 Peter 5:7 Blesssings.