Today a speaker in Sacrament talked about the Savior when he went to the Americas after his ressurection. Specifically about how when He first appeared they knelt down. Then he had them come forward to touch the wounds in his hands and feet. She talked about how the thought of actually seeing the wounds and knowing the cruelty that had created them always made her heart ache. She said that scriptorians estimate that for each individual to touch the wounds personally would have taken about 2 1/2 hours. Can you imagine being there. After each person had the chance to personally examine the Savior's hands and feet, they fell again to their knees and cried Hosanna or Lord Help Us. That personal experience had solidified for each person that this truly was the Savior. Reflecting on the wounds of the Savior reminded me of the pain I felt when I broke my wrist this summer. The nerves were so tender that the pain was uncontrollable. I had taken Percocet and it had no effect. I was alone in Seal Beach and finally the pain became so overwhelming, I called a cab at 2:30 in the morning to take me to the hospital. There they gave me morphine and I was finally able to sleep.
It is awe inspiring when we consider what was done for us. It makes me grateful and so aware of my weakness and the responsibility to do what I can to be worthy of the gift that has been given me.
Enough for now...Love to all.
