Into His Hands

I am in deep distress. Let me fall into the hands of the LORD, for his mercy is very great…” 1 Chronicles 21:13

Have we really contemplated what it means for our lives to fall into the hands of the Lord? For all of our talk of faith and trust and grace and truth we really still rely on what we do rather than what is in our hearts. I think it is painful at times to look into our hearts, see how far we are from where God desires us to be, and to face Him with that truth. I also think that is a necessary prescription for everyone who feels distant from God, apathetic in their faith, and much more interested in the world around them that they can see than the one they cannot see.

The idea of falling into God’s hands recognizes God’s willingness to catch us. He calls to us to jump from the dizzying height of our own morality and goodness into His pure light. Only then can we see that what we percieved as our goodness was nothing but a garbage dump of failed human attempts and poorly motivated service projects. Even at our zenith, our own goodness pales into nothing while we are held in God’s hands. The amazing truth is that He wants us to fall into his arms.

Falling into God’s hands means relinquishing control. I know we do not want to do this, but we must. Far too many Christians have given the Father a place in their life. Not good enough. He wants our lives. As long as we try to maintain borders within our lives … hedges that keep Him out of certain areas … we are still not trusting Him. I believe TRUST is the biggest issue that Christians face and that no one wants to talk about. I would guess that most Christians would claim to trust the Father. However, do we not live as if we are in a hot air baloon suspended hundreds of miles above the earth. In our hands are all of the ropes that hold our basket to the baloon. We cling to them as if to let go means that we will go crashing to our death. In truth, the ropes are strong enough without us, our grasping them is not doing anything to keep the baloon under control … we just think it is. And so it is when we fall into the hands of God but then continue to manipulate the ropes … clinging to them, shifting them around, pulling at them … all without effect. And so the addict cannot let go of their drug of choice because to do so means that we are relinquishing control (never realizing that the drug controls us).  Habits continue their reign over us as we escape our support group meetings just in time to have another smoke … or a candy bar … or whatever it is that has a grip on you. Oh that God could control our hearts as strongly as the substances / practices / habits to which we have fallen prey. But we do not trust Him enough.

Falling into God’s hands means that the time has come to make a decision. Knowing what a mess our lives have become … how unmanagable we have allowed ourselves to be … the insanity in which we have lived … in our inability to overcome … it is now time to behold the outstretched arms of God. It’s time to make a decision. That’s something that God will not do for you.  

So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him (Luke 15:20). God is waiting for you to get up and come to Him. He’s never been that far away after all.

But will He reject me … He alone knows what I have done. I think the prophet tells us what God desires for you.  He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young (Isaiah 40:11).

In the next post we will talk about making the decision. Until then, while you contemplate your willingness to fall into his hands, remember Marks’ beautiful picture of Jesus:  And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them (Mark 10:16 ). Do not think you are too old for that blessing.

A Few Links…

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Thanks for reading.

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