Jesus Paid it All

“If we don’t believe our sins are responsible for Calvary, then why should we believe that Calvary is responsible for our sins?”

Our pastor made this point during his sermon this past Sunday and I jotted it down and it has stared me in the face every day since then. I’ve been thinking about it long and hard.  

What I’ve determined is that every sin in my life.... from the worst to the least.... Christ bore those for me on Calvary. From the white lie I tell my boss, to the speeding ticket I didn’t tell my husband about, Christ felt the punishment for that on Calvary. Christ felt the punishment for the repentant murderer and the repentant tax evader. He felt the punishment for the time you stole from your mothers mad money jar and he felt the punishment for the time you swore in front of your child. He felt the punishment for the adulterer and for the bank robber. He paid the punishment for all of our sins on Calvary that day. 

If I’m supposed to believe that he did that for me and that he has re-payed those sins for me... then I should take full responsibility for every single lash that He took, for every torment he received, for every thorn in that crown, for the nails that pierced his hands and feet, and for the spears that pierced his sides.... my sins are responsible for that. 

Your sins did that. 

Our sins did that.

My sins did that.

He bore all that for you, for us, for me......

Because he took that punishment, we will be free. He paid our debt. He finished it. 

It is finished. 

Thank you Lord for sacrificing your Son for me. 

Thank you Lord for finishing it.

Just a Nurse

“You’re such a good nurse. Why don’t you go back to school and be a doctor?”

This is a question that I’ve been asked so many times in my career.

The answer? I love what I do. I’m good at what I do. I don’t need to have a higher degree to be good at my job. I love my job. I have no desire to be an administrator or nurse practitioner or PA or MD. I’m fully convinced that I could be any of those. I’m smart. I’m good at school. I’m great at taking tests. I could do any of those things if I chose to.

I don’t choose to.

I choose to be “just a nurse”.

I choose to be “just a (great) nurse.”

I choose to be just the nurse that advocates for your mother when she’s being misdiagnosed by the sleep deprived ER doc. I choose to be just the nurse that holds the hand of the dying hospice patient that doesn’t have family members. I choose to be just the nurse that recognizes the symptoms of heart attack in the patient that signed in to triage with “back pain”. I choose to be just the nurse that can get that IV on your child in one stick. I choose to be just the nurse that can sneak a peek at your chest X-ray and notify the doc that you have pneumonia. I choose to be the nurse that counsels your alcohol poisoned child on the dangers of substance abuse. I choose to be just the nurse that holds your hand and comforts you when you have heard the worst news of your life. I choose to be just  the nurse that you hug when you hear that your loved one is going to be ok. I choose to be just the nurse that you remember being there for you years later, but don’t remember her name. I choose to be just the nurse that your doctor trusts. I choose to be just the nurse that you want to be there when you come to the ER.

I choose to be “just the nurse” that can stay at home with my kids and not worry about student loans or deadlines or papers due. I choose to be “just the nurse” that isn’t replying to emails when she’s off or making up a schedule or replying to patient complaints or  studying PI reports. (No offense meant for those that choose this path. You guys make my job easier and I have the greatest respect for you. It’s just not my choice.)

I choose to be just the nurse that does her job the best way she can and goes home to her family and leaves the rest of it at the hospital.

I choose to be just the nurse.

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