A black smith was standing in his work shop. Molding nails
for a very dramatic purpose. When his son of just a year
old found one as he was crawling across the floor.
As the child rolled it around and around on the floor, the
black smiths older son who was just six came in. "Daddy
what are them nails for?" Not knowing what to say to the child
the black smith just told his young son "They are to build
a bridge" "What kind of Bridge Daddy?" Trying to think of
something interesting to say, the black smith just said
"One of Destiny and Dreams" Laughing to him self over the
ridiculous explanation he had just given his child, he had
no idea of how close he came to the Truth.
The next day the man delivered those Nails to the soldiers of
Israel. That day he made his young son stay in and away from
He didn't want him to see the sight of the man, beaten, striped,
and humiliated, but worst he didn't want his sons to see The
nails their father had just made being driven in his hands.
This was never spoken of to his children, they never were told
of the man that had to die.
Later that year his son who was only but 6 still, became sick.
He laid for many days burning up, and delirious from a raging fever.
His father came to his bed when it was spoken he would die
with in the hour. He came with a heavy heart and tear stained
face to his child's bed.
"My Son! My son!" he cried out. When the boy looked up and said
"Daddy I see the Bridge" Forgetting all about the lie he told his
son about the nails, he asked "What bridge?"
"The Bridge you made the nails for, Its shaped like a cross Daddy
and stretches across a dark water" The black smith looked up amazed
that his son, in his state of mind, remembered that story. "And I
see the nails that you made Daddy they are still in the bridge that
looks like a cross, one on each side, and There is a man standing
at the other side with his arms wide open, like he is waiting
to hold me."
The black smith began to cry for he knew his child had seen
the man that had to die that day, even though he was never told
of him or never saw him.
His son looked at him and said "Good Bye Daddy, this beautiful man
is calling for me, Thank you for making those nails so I don't have
to go through this dark water" With that his last words The Child died.
The Lord Died so you would have a bridge, a way to Heaven. You don't
have to fall in the dark waters of sin, you walk across the bridge
made with Love, Stained with Blood, called only Salvation.
By Raquel Pearce