Sticking Out like a Sore Thumb

Recently – on July 22 to  be exact – the trunk of my friend’s car slammed against my left thumb as I was shutting it. Picture above shows how it looked like five days after it happened.

The night it happened the pain was so excruciating I stayed up all night – couldn’t sleep.

One small part of the body and it literally mobilized me.

It reminded me of 1 Corinthians 12, especially verse 26 (the last sentence below):

The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body.

Now the body is not made up of one part but of many. If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body.

And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body.

If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? But in fact God has arranged the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body.

The eye cannot say to the hand, “I don’t need you!” And the head cannot say to the feet, “I don’t need you!”

On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.

Funny, all it takes is a bit of pain to make one go all religious.

But divine healing was not to be.

Eventually I had to yank the nail out on August 2.

Bled buckets in the process.

Now the thumb’s a real mess.

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