One summer day while on a drive, a family encountered a large bee that flew through one of the windows. The young girl in the family, very allergic to stings, began to shriek in fear, “Daddy, a bee. It’s going to sting me!!!”
Calmly, the father pulled the car over, and began to grasp at the air to capture the bee. As the bee bumped against the front windshield, the dad trapped it in his fist. In his closed hand, he waited for the sting. After the bee stung him, the father let go of the bee. The girl again began to panic, “Daddy, the bee is going to sting me!!” “No, honey,” the father gently countered, “it cannot sting you now. Look at my hand.” There, in his hand, she could see the bee’s stinger.
We read that great question in Scripture, “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” (1 Cor. 15:55) and we consider Jesus who took the sting in His hand. That beautiful nail-scarred hand. Our enemy buzzes around like a bee, looking for whom he might sting – but our Jesus defeated him!