I had almost forgotten that today is my anniversary. Not the one that I’d get in trouble for forgetting–the anniversary of the day I chopped off part of my left middle finger. Harrowing snow blower accident…total stupid bonehead move on my part. Pictures of the ordeal are in a link in the sidebar, if you feel like gawking.
Kim reminded me this morning at the breakfast table. I don’t know if Beth remembered that this was the day, but she sent me this link to a story about a guy who built a fingertip prosthesis that contains a usb jump drive. That sounds kind of creepy/cool, kind of like Inspector Gadget.
I get along pretty well without a left middle finger tip. I’m able to play guitar (I cheat on a lot of chords), rock climb, kayak, play ball…you know–all the essentials. I don’t have phantom pains, but I still have muscle memory, and every once in a while try to do some little task with that missing fingertip.
Losing that fingertip is something that I’ll regret for the rest of my life, I suppose. That finger stays cold almost all the time. I can get a little self-conscious about it when I’m around people who don’t know the story. But most of the time, it’s ok.
I guess we all walk around with scars and wounds of one sort or another. Some of them are visible, while others lie deeply hidden. They all affect us, leave us with a story to share and a lesson learned. Some of the lessons are humorous; others are costly. I suppose that some folks never recover from some of the wounds that they have been dealt.
But it doesn’t have to be that way. Jesus promises to be the healer that we all need. My finger may not be restored until I get my new body in heaven, but I believe that there is a healing that can happen for any and all of us who come to Jesus. The prophet Isaiah wrote that Jesus would be pierced for our sins, and that we would be healed because he was beaten.
That’s a horribly unfair deal for Jesus, but a wonder for us.
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