From Spice to Eternity by Yvonne Pat Wright

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 Chapter Thirteen
Hear the Sound of the Hammer

Cloves: The clove is the dried flower of the myrtle tree, which grows mainly in Indonesia. It’s easy to recognize the clove which gets its name from the Latin word ‘clavus’, meaning ‘nail’. A close look at the little bud reveals its nail-like features.
Cloves are great for preserving food, but should be used sparingly because of their strong pungent flavour.
The essential oil derived from the clove is known best for its use in dentistry. There’s a preparation used to relieve toothaches. Clove oil also contains phenol, a strong antiseptic used in mouthwashes, medicines and antacids.
The clove with its symbolic nail-like feature is a reminder of one of the most significant events in history, the crucifixion of Jesus.
The biblical report of this event tells of a man carrying a heavy wooden cross. As He stumbles along, He is jeered at by a throng of onlookers. The man with the cross is Jesus who is being taken to be crucified. On the way, Simon of Cyrene – a man from the crowd – is pulled out and forced to help carry the cross.

The Roman soldiers are laughing as they mock and beat Him with metal-tipped whips.
It’s evident that the man is in pain. His head is bowed onto slumped shoulders. He has had no sleep in over twenty-four hours. As Simon looks at the bleeding face, he sees gentleness and tenderness in eyes that say, ‘I love you.’
A few days earlier, this same crowd had been shouting praises to this accused man, calling Him King. Today, their shouts of praise had turned to jeers and mocking laughter. The sound of their cruel taunts could be heard all along the route leading to a lonely high hill on the outskirts of the city. This is where the man would be crucified, along with two others. The crowd was not interested in the other men. Their attention was focused on the man called Jesus.

An eerie silence replaced the noise of the jeering crowd. Simon thinks he can hear the man talking to him. Straining his ears, he hears the words: “You, yes you, nail my hands to the cross. It’s easy, just hammer the nails into my hands stretched out on this cross that you helped carry.”

Simon recoils: “Oh no! Not me. I could never do that,” he replies.

But again he hears Jesus say, “Go on, you must do it.”

“Not me!” says Simon again. “How can I? That would not be right. I’m only here because I was forced to help you carry the heavy cross.”

“I know,” replies Jesus, “but you must finish the job.”

“What job?” cries out Simon in distress. “I cannot hammer nails into your hands. Think of all the pain I will cause you!”

“You have already caused me much pain.” Jesus says softly. “That is why I am here. Do you remember when you did not love your neighbour? That was a nail in my flesh. Also, when you used my Father’s name in vain, that hurt.

“When you refused to forgive, as I had forgiven you, that was a deep wound. You ignored my law of love to rest on the holy day I had set apart to share with you. Those were all hammer blows driving in, nail after painful nail. Every lie you told; every angry word you spoke; every unkind and selfish thing you did – were nails piercing into my flesh.”

Simon’s body shuddered as his loud sobs pierced the silence. “I didn’t know, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine, son. I have already forgiven you and I’ll forgive you even now. I am here being punished for every wrong thing you did, so that you do not have to be punished.”

Thud! Thud! The repeated sound of the hammer as nail after nail was riveted into His hands and feet. No sounds of pain came from His lips.

The nails did not hold Jesus to the cross. He could have asked His Father to send hosts of angels to rescue Him.

It was His love for the crowd who jeered Him that day. It was love for the countless persons who rejected Him and continue to deny Him daily.

It’s a love that will not let us go. It’s a love that begs for a response.

Jamaican Ginger Beer

1 lb ginger peeled
3 oranges
2 sticks cinnamon
1oz cloves
Sugar to taste
16 cups boiling water
A few grains of rice
The cloves bring out the strong ginger flavour.
Wash the ginger and blend until finely chopped. Squeeze the chopped ginger into a large container. Then add the husks of the ginger. Pour on boiling water. Juice the oranges and pour into the ginger mixture along with the orange skins for flavour. Add the pieces of cinnamon, cloves and grains of rice. Leave overnight or up to two days. Afterwards, strain the mixture into a separate container, using a coarse and then a fine strainer. Sweeten to taste. Add lemonade or similar, if the ginger flavour is too hot.

About Yvonne Pat Wright

Yvonne Pat Wright, in happy retirement, enjoys reading, in several genres, but finds it hard to accept obscenity and accept it as standard author’s license.   A devout Christian she teaches in church and is a trained lay preacher.  Born in Kingston, Jamaica she has spent equal number of years living alternatively in Jamaica and the United Kingdom. She’s won the hearts of daughters, grandsons and nieces and several ‘adopteds’ with her hearty home cooked meals, delicately spiced and served up with healthy doses of the value of Christian living. She is particularly pleased to have been ‘mother’ to a very famous singing family, the Jackson Five.
From Spice to Eternity is her first book and a sequel is in progress.  She also intends to switch to fiction writing and the plot and outline are being developed.
Yvonne Pat Wright – Author –From Spice to Eternity


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