I have a square-cut nail.
I got it this morning, right after I received the elements of Holy Communion. I took it from a basket Brittany offered, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She asked me to remember Christ’s sacrifice for me. I said “Amen.”
There it is. I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do with it yet, but I’m confident the answer isn’t “put it in a drawer and forget about it.”
We would love for you to join us at Good Shepherd’s Reveal service. It’s this Sunday, at 10:45. Park in the Old Railroad Bed Road lot—on the east side of the church—and follow the signs.
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I keep mine in my jewelry box and oddly enough it reminds me everyday when I get dressed about what Jesus did for me. I have my Dads, I found it in his wallet after he died. Not sure what purpose it did for him there but hopefully something.