The Bee Sting
A vacationing family drives 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. "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 there in his 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.
That's the victory that Jesus won for you!
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