Yes a nail.
As I stood watching the repair technician remove the nail from my tire, it occurred to me that I was stuck - going nowhere. At least not until the repairman patched and sealed the hole and put the wheel back on the truck. Then I'd be back on my merry way. But not before a piece of pointed metal, not even an inch long disrupted my day, and threw my plans out the window. Despite the best efforts of a nearly 5000 pound truck and a powerful motor to get me where I was going, I was at the mercy of something tiny by comparison.
One little nail.
It made made think about the powers of darkness and their best laid plans. Plans for the destruction of God incarnate, Jesus Christ and their perceivable victory of death, hell and the grave over mankind. But something went terribly wrong for the armies of evil that crucifixion day. Despite their best efforts, a humiliating defeat was inevitable for the race of darkness, beaten at their own brutal game.
I think upon a tired and weary hand carelessly thrown across a wooden beam, blood pouring from a deep and painful wound and...
One Little Nail.