A vacationing family is driving along in their
car, windows rolled
Down, enjoying the warm summer breeze of the
sunny day. All of a
Sudden a big black bee darts in the window and
starts buzzing around
Inside the car. A little girl, highly allergic to
bee stings, cringes
In the back seat.
If she is stung, she could die within an hour (or
sooner).
"Oh, Daddy," she squeals in terror, "it's a bee!
It's going to sting me!"
The father pulls the car over to a stop, and
reaches back to try to
Catch the bee. Buzzing towards him, the bee bumps
against the front
Windshield where the father traps it in his fist.
Holding it in his
Closed hand, the father waits for the inevitable
sting. The bee stings
The father's hand and in pain, the father lets go
of the bee.
The bee is loose in the car again. The little
girl again panics,
"Daddy, it's going to sting
me!"
The father gently says, "No honey, he's not going
to sting you now.
Look at my hand."
The bee's stinger is in my
hand!
1 Cor. 15:55 -- "Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is
Your sting?"
Jesus says to us, "Look at my
hands."
He has Satan's sting,
The sting of death,
The sting of sin,
The sting of deceit,
The sting of feeling
worthless.
Jesus has all of those stingers in His
hands.
When you see that nail-scarred hand, realize
that, on your behalf,
Jesus took all the pain that Satan could throw at
Him. He reduced
Satan to a big black bee that has lost its
stinger, all Satan can do
Is buzz around.
That's the victory that Jesus won for
you!
unknown
