February 6, 2004
Welcome,

I noticed blood on the tape measure earlier this evening and discovered a cut on my thumb. As I put the band aid on I wondered how I had injured myself. Three minutes later I clearly understood when my finger bumped against the metal bracket I was securing to the kitchen wall. I placed another band aid on my other hand and went back to tightening the screw. Shortly hand slipped again and I went back for a third band aid.

I sort of looked like I’d been playing with a blender or something. And many are thinking, “Why doesn’t the guy wear gloves?” Oh, but then where would I get my weekly wisdoms? By now I feel no pain, but I do wonder at my competence and coordination. I’d like to know who first said, “No pain, no gain.” It should say, “No pain, no suffering.”

The microwave would have gone up very well without any pain. I could have used a little more pain initially, since I didn’t notice my sliced thumb until I saw red. That seems to be the value of pain. It makes us conscious of injury.

I know athletes who tell me they feel alive when their muscles cry out in oxygen debt. I know poets and musicians who say their greatest inspiration comes through loss. But I have a Savior who promises a painless future. Yes, there are blessings for those who mourn. But I’m looking for that day when tears are wiped away. I plan to leave the band aids behind.

Under His Wings,
Pastor Steve