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Benoni Bulletin--April 9, 2006 -- " NAILS IN MY POCKET!" [Preacher's Pen]

"NAILS IN MY POCKET"

Whenever we mess up, (and we do it often), we try and fix it with scotch tape, duck tape, or superglue. Farmers use barbed wire, and ladies use hairpins! Oh, and of course, "don't just stick it, Bostic it!" Ever heard that before? And don't forget that the world has been made a better place with Pratley's Putty!! Ha! But when God saw the problem of sin and its tragic results in this world, He did not use wire, tape, pins or glue! No, He fixed it with a nail or two! Though Daniella Burke, the teenager daughter of Helen and Chris Burke, is still youthful and innocent, she has already verbalised this truth in a cool bit of poetry. Do you and I realise the far-reaching impact of that cross and those nails on a hill faraway? Read Daniella's words below. It will help all of us come to terms with how we feel about Jesus' suffering for our sins and His sacrificial love for us.

 

NAILS IN MY POCKET

by Daniella C. Burke
All day I go on
And I always do wrong.
I forget that I carry them--
I hide them like a precious gem,
But the nails that drove my Saviour's hands
I carry them in my pockets.

The nails of Jesus are in my pocket,
They are not pretty to see.
I would rather tell of my mother's locket
Than show what was in that tree.


And when I sin, they become heavier still,
I know that I can't pay my bill.
I hate to recall it--I know what I've done.
It's as plain as yonder sun.


 		 The nails are in my pockets,
Clanking all the day long.
I'd rather speak about rockets
Than sing that sad, sad song.



The nails, oh, those accursed nails,
'Tis not just made up tales.
With selfishness I drove them in.
Yet still He died for my sin.


I wish I could forget
The deeds that I have done,
But even though this I regret,
My new life has begun.
But this fact I cannot neglect,
The nails that drove my Saviour's hands,
I carry in my pockets.

 

Doesn't that make you think and meditate? Too often the sacred Saviour is shoved out of our sight by the secular world about us. Too often we forget the nails. Little ornamental crucifixes worn on golden chains around pretty little female necks have glamourised the cross and robbed it of it's calumny. But, the nails--they were real--they hurt as they tore the Saviour's flesh and mercilessly split the bones in His limbs. The tree scared and scraped His back and His shed blood congealed. The pain was intolerable-- nails in His hands and, worst of all, taking on Himself the polluting sins of this present evil world. He who knew no sin, became sin for us! What marvelous love divine!

The argument over whether Jews or Romans crucified Jesus is foolish indeed. Both were guilty as charged. But before we become too smug about that--we were their accomplices. We aided and abetted his torturers. We all carried the nails that impaled Him on a cross that was really intended for us. Every sin we carelessly commit was another nail in our pockets--nails that fastened our Lord to the tree. No, not with superglue or duct tape or wire, but with sharp, lacerating nails we left Him there on that ignominious cross. When we become unfaithful to our Lord, we remove the nails from our pockets and we drive them into His already nail-pierced hands once again (Hebrews 6:6). The time has come for us to rid our pockets of the nails that dishonour our Lord and Master. We can do better! Let's do it! Love you all, Al

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