Monday, November 20, 2023

I must have been about 9 years old. One Sunday morning after a church service, I was just about to cross the road to start my long trek back home, when suddenly, a bigger hand gripped mine. I looked up into the face of one of our elderly church members. He was the only blind man I ever knew, and I only saw him once a week on Sundays. He was always pleasant from a distance, but his grip was something else. He needed help to visit a friend along the road. I was to be his eyes. His grip was so hard, there was no way I could have extricated myself. Since I came to the Lord, that story has helped comfort many who have had doubts, anxieties, and fears. When I recall the Scriptural truth that I am in my Father’s hand, I am comforted that He, being the omnipotent one, keeps me safely there. I am engraved on the palms of His hands (Is. 49:16). No one and nothing can touch me or remove me from His hand. The hand that formed and sustains all of creation has me completely covered.

An eye opener to the extent of work required to make disciples of all nations.