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Three Rusty Nails
For many days I had sojourned in this land and place and had walked amongst many and was one of the many who heard the life giving words coming from the mouth of the one called the Christ. However on this day after a restful night I became aware of an angry mob shouting, away with him, crucify him, crucify him. At hearing these words I raised myself from where I had lain to sleep and followed the sound to see at whom they were shouting and why. In the midst of them all surrounded by the soldiers of the day was the man whom we had sat and listened to and come to call our Christ. He was blooded from a scourging and was wearing a crown of thorns that had been forced onto his head. He looked exhausted but looking into his eyes one could see a fire burning in them and his life shining out. One soldier stepped forward as they threw him down on an old rugged cross and drew from within three rusty nails. I watched as he lifted his hammer and drove the three rusty nails in one by one into the hands and feet of this man who had captured my heart, soul and spirit. It was unbearable to watch as this deed was done and the cries that came from this man’s lips caused my heart to break into little pieces and all I could do was fall to my knees and weep and cry out with all that I was. I watched amongst the tears as they stood up this cross and listened to his words. I saw the darkness coming and engulf the land and then his final cries and his spirit depart. Oh how my heart was broken and I thought my life would surely end as those three rusty nails did the work they were used to do. I was not to know that this was only the beginning of my walk with Him and I would see this man again but at that very moment my tears mingled with his blood and the life he had given me seemed to seep into the very ground I was standing on.
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