The Bee Sting

A vacationing family drives along in their car, windows rolled down, enjoying the warm breeze of the sunny day. All of the sudden, a big black bee darts in the window and starts buzzing around inside the car. A little girl, highly allergic to bee stings, cringes in the backseat. If she is stung, she could die within an hour.Oh, Daddy, “she squeals in terror. “ It’s going to sting me!” the father pulled the car over to a stop, and reaches back to try to catch the bee. Buzzing around toward him, the bee bumps against the front windshield where the father traps it in his fist.Holding in his closed hand, the father waits for the inevitable sting. The bee stings the father’s hand and in pain, the father lets go of the bee. The father lets go of the bee. The bee is loose in the car again. The little girl again panic, “Daddy, it’s Going to sting me!” The father gently says, “No honey, he’s not going to sting you now. Look at my hand.” The bee’s stinger is there in his hand.Paul exalted in I Corinthians 15:55, “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death is your sting?” Jesus says to us, “look at my hands,” He has Satan’s sting of death, the sting of sin, the sting of deceit the sting of feeling worthless. Jesus has all of those stingers in His hands. When you see the nail-scarred hand, realize that, on our behalf, Jesus took all the pain that could throw at Him. He reduced Satan a big black bee that’s lost its stinger—all Satan’s can do is buzz. That’s the victory that Jesus won for you.
This story gives me the thrill and ecstasy of being a Christian. Oh how wonderful to know that I am the daughter of the Most High God who came down to give His life for me. Thank you Daddy I love you so much……..

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