There is a hymn we sing in church
There is a Green Hill Far Away by
There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell, What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there.
There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin.
He only could unlock the gate Of heav'n and let us in.
Oh, dearly, dearly has he loved! And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood, And try his works to do.
As the date for my knee surgery gets closer, I’ve been thinking
About the pain others who have had the surgery have described being in. And then they all say, “but it was worth it.”
I’ll be trying to remember, when I’m in the worst pain, that it is not even a small part of the pain our Savior bore for each of us. I’m trying to have a little empathy for Him and bear my own pain knowing it will be worth it.
Even with the surgery done by the doctor, I will have to do my share of exercises and care to make the surgery a success. That part depends on me. In the same way, Christ has paid for our sins and taken our pain onto Himself. But we need to do our share and exercise faith, and trust, and love to receive the best benefit.
But if you have a spare prayer for me next week, I’d appreciate it.