In God we trust. Even a counterfeit knows that. But do we, do I, trust Jesus?
You can easily trust God because it’s more general. âHey you can trust Me, I made the universe. Speed bumps were your idea.â But trusting Jesus acknowledges not only the need to be forgiven and redeemed, but allows that the price He paid in blood is exact, irrevocable and personal. And that sometimes makes us nervous.
If youâre anything like me, being nervous can lead to tics: nail biting, eyebrow pulling, all sorts of compulsive behaviors that top anybodyâs list of spiritual maturity indicators. I thought I was being funny – another character revelation – when I asked the men I minister to in jail if a person could bite their nails and still accept Jesus as their personal Savior.
A gentleman who had a gnawing habit equal to mine said, âIdle hands are the devilâs workshop. And since I got nothing to do up in here, I keep busy by keeping my nails trimmed, even if I got to use my mouth.â
âBusy isnât sanctified,â came an answer from across the room. âIf youâre still worried about how youâll deal, or how you look, then your testimony is on you and not on Him.â
âItâs the edges that get me every time. I canât stand the feel of my nails being haggard or snaggy, so I work âem smooth. If I could stop there, it wouldnât be so bad.â
âPilate tried to wash his hands of Jesus. It didnât work for him and it wonât work for you neither.â
The debate had got some of us to the quick. Nagging, however intentioned, never got any of us biters to stop. We were desperate for gentle correction. The chief offender rose to the front of the room and held his hand out, palms down.
âWhen Jesus came out of the tomb, His hands were smooth except for the marks of the nails. He was healed from scratches, scars and bleedings because he had to show us we are healed by his stripes. If he was still a bloody mess, we wouldnât be impressed, even if he did come back from the dead.
But the mark of the nails show the cost of our sin. Redemption remains visible. From this day on, when I am tempted to bite myself, I will instead see my hand in Jesusâ hand and kiss my fingertips in gratitude for what Heâs done for me.â
It’s been over a year since that inmate made that pledge, and he hasnât gone back on it once. Been a little over ten days since I bit mine.