As the file cabinet came crashing down in my office yesterday, I wasn’t crushed. At first I tried to hold it up, but then I knew I just needed to get out of the way and let it fall. The weight was just too much. Four large drawers filled to the brim with files. Heavy thick files. My weak arms simply could not bear the weight. And after it fell, I just stood there and cried. Could anything else go wrong today?
My coworkers helped me push the cabinet back up and into place. Everything inside the drawers was fine. It seemed the only damage done was to my ego. All I could do was cry, and then laugh at the craziness of it all.
But as the day went on I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The image was burned into my head. Three drawers of files open. I had shifted too much of the weight. And over it went. How did I not know this would happen?
“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5
I barely got my foot out of the way. If I had moved even a split second slower and I would likely be in the hospital with a crushed foot. But I wasn’t. And the contents of those drawers. Files filled with stories of human brokenness. The weight of it all was so symbolic I could not deny that even in this ridiculous display of my own clumsiness Christ made a way to show me His love for us. All of us. Drawers of problems, pain, homelessness, filled to the brim and overflowing. Humanity comes crashing to the ground. The weight of it all is crushing. And yet He moved all of us who choose to allow Him to take our place out of the way while He was crushed, fully crushed, under the weight of it all. That we might be set free. And by His wounds, we are healed.
“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.” 2 Corinthians 4:8-10 NIV
He became our sin and death that we might have life. My own heavy drawers of sin wiped clean in Him. And I wish He would wipe clean the drawers in my office. The drawers of hurt and pain that seem to much for any human being to bear. But I trust and know that He will. The trials and suffering are only temporary, and I pray He allows me to be a light for others. The weight is crushing. But Jesus is alive.