Orange took her toy hammer and came to me. "Mama, you'll be Jesus. I'll nail you to the cross!", she said to me one day while we were playing. She proceeded to narrate from memory (this is one of Orange's favourite bedtime Bible story in the last few weeks), the events before the crucifixion:
" 'Crucify him! Crucify him! And free Barabbas instead', said the Jewish leaders. Jesus was forced to carry a huge wooden cross through the streets to Golgotha, the place of execution.... At last, they arrived at Golgotha. There, guards nailed Jesus hands and feet to the cross."
This is a new game, I thought to myself, so I stretched out my arms and obliged. Then Orange used toy hammer and nailed me to cross. I played along in the drama and yelled out in pain, "Urrrgghh!! Urrrgghh!!"
"No, mama, it's not painful", said Orange. She went on hammering.
"Yes, it is. It was very painful for Jesus when the soldiers hammered nails into his hands.", I replied. "Urrrggggh!!", I went on.
"No, mama, I'll be gentle. Look, I'm gentle." she said, "It's not painful."
I tried explaining to O that it is painful but she kept protesting. Finally, I let it be. This is where her understanding is at this point of time.
This incident has stuck in my head for a while. It had me thinking about my own understanding of all that Christ had gone through for my own sin. How limited it must be, just like how limited O's was.
I'll never know how much it cost
to see my sin upon that cross...
so here I am to worship
so here I am to bow down
here I am to say that you are God
That's the least I can do. He is too good to me.
