Wedding Ring

I shattered my ring finger three years ago which has made wearing my wedding ring complicated. I had to get a special apparatus made to made my ring wearable. The ring ended up breaking and now resides somewhere in the Gulf. Having said that, I got a replacement ring today which caused me to revisit the whole situation.

When it shattered the doctor, evaluated, xrayed, and operated on my finger and was, what I thought, overly pleased at his finished product. In fact, he took my case to a convention in Toronto to show other doctor's on this kind of surgery. It was hard for me to share his sentiment because all I saw (and see now) is a fat knuckle. I think the reason it's hard for me to share his disposition is because I never really understood how bad it was to begin with. I never saw what he saw in xray and then when he operated.

This has reminded me of my soul and the gospel. I am a lot more broken (sinful) than I think I am and because I don't fully see this, it's hard for me to fully see how significant the cross is. It has mended me fully. God is pleased with me (His work). And the more I know the gravity of my mess, the more I see the overwhelming restoration of the cross and that has radical implications on how I live daily.

"Consequently, he (Jesus) is able to save to the uttermost those who draw near to God through him, since he always lives to make intercession for them." I want to know what the uttermost is, and not to stop there but to then ponder the weight, glory, magnificence of the cross.