A Handful of Nails

I found this saved in my documents from February 2007 and it resonated with me again today so I thought I would share it with you. May it bless you as it has blessed me ... again.
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The ancient Hebrews were so tied by tradition they couldn’t recognize the Messiah when he was right there in front of them,
and he was crucified.

The disciples, who walked and worked with the Christ, were very afraid of him; they hoped, but they also doubted, and they ran that night,
and he was crucified.

The common people mobbed him, showed him their sicknesses and sores, and they threw down an aisle of palms for him and sang to him,
and he was crucified.

His family was embarrassed, and stood outside, and wished he’d come home,
and he was crucified.

Would we crucify Jesus today? It’s not a rhetorical question for the mind to play with.
I believe,
We are each born with a body, a mind, a soul, and a handful of nails.

I believe,
When a man dies, no one has ever found any nails left,
clutched in his hands
or stuffed in his pockets.
- God is No Fool, Lois A. Cheney, Abingdon Press, 1969

How many nails are you still carrying?

[Published in 1969, GOD IS NO FOOL is still as powerful as it was 35 years ago. With an incisive wit, Lois Cheney dares to say what every searching Christian has felt at one time or another. There will be one meditation that will leave you speechless. There will be one that leaves you giggling. There will be one that leaves you wincing.]

"What shall I do, then, with Jesus who is called Christ?" Pilate asked.
They all answered, "Crucify him!"

"Why? What crime has he committed?" asked Pilate.
But they shouted all the louder, "Crucify him!" ~ Matthew 27:22-23