Do you remember the tin man from the movie, The Wizard of Oz? With each painful step I took, I felt like someone needed to oil my joints, like they did for the tin man. But I didn’t have an oil can, nor did I have any way to lubricate my stiff joints. All I could do was cry, “Help me, Lord!”
After a few laps down the hallway and through the kitchen, I worked the stiffness out.
On many of my most grievous days, I thought of the crown of thorns piercing the head of my Savior. I thought of the agony He endured as spikes were hammered into His hands and feet. He endured all that pain for me and you, my friend.
Many times, I turned to distractions during the worst hours of my pain. If the Hallmark channel didn’t have a good movie on, I read. I found myself reading the best-seller of all time most, the Bible. What better words to read to take my mind off the horrific pain.
As I landed on this verse, I meditated on it for a while, and then I studied it further.