So I'm writing this from a hospital bed, having had to go in for surgery. (Minor surgery, don't get worried about me folks!)
For anyone who hasn't had surgery, it can be a nerve racking experience. As I lay on the operating table, I spent some time looking at my heart rate, a pretty accurate record of how nervous you are.
And as I lay there, unable to see the skillful work of the surgeon, a verse (half a verse) came to my mind:
"By his wounds, you have been healed."
It was fascinating for me to think about this verse. As the surgeon is healing me, it's not costing them anything. But Jesus closed up my wounds, and took away all my sin, by opening up wounds on himself. And he gladly bore it. For the joy that was set before him, and for his bride the church most precious to him.
Praise God for Christ's rescue in your pain and sufferings, because he came to remove our greatest suffering and replace it with our greatest need, God himself.