Holding Our Fatherís Hand
Kay Brown - June 7, 2004
Today, I found myself imagining a vivid scene with one of those typically recalcitrant toddlers. You know the kind I mean - the three year-old cherub with the horrid disposition who is being ushered into the doctor's office by a kind, but very firm father.
The young, immature child cannot possibly understand why the painful injection is needed. Sadly, no amount of coddling, explanation or bribery will ever convince this child to cooperate, so his father patiently does what needs to be done. Picking up the child, the good father carries him, as he kicks and screams, into the office where the unpleasant deed is done. Finally, the treatment will do its work and the child will be restored to health once again.
Of course, the little child does not even recognize that his life has been saved by his persistent father. He does not realize how great the fatherís love is to bring him to the place were the treatment could be administered. He might not even be aware that the father has stayed close by his side the entire time, ready to provide solace, counsel and strength to weather the ordeal.
The father never leaves the child. In addition, it is to the Fatherís hand that the child must surrender before his healing can begin.
Regrettably, I am the obstinate toddler and God is my patient, kind and loving Father.
Although I have lived on this earth for 48 years, it seems I am just now discovering that my level of peace at any given time seems to be in direct opposite proportion to my level of Ďbut I thought it was buried in my heartí sin. Gently, a friend explained today that all lack of peace comes from our dissatisfaction with where our Father God has taken us. Do we not believe that everything that happens to us is filtered through our Fatherís hand? I had to meditate on that thought a bit and hate to admit it, but it is true. I do not want to be in this place.
My heart's cry has been, "Christ, I want more of you!" Little did I realize that its deeper meaning would be, "I want less of me,Ē - less of my desires, my plans, my anything. The price a disciple must pay (and indeed pay joyfully) is that of actually following our Lord to the cross and putting to death any and all desire to be our own Lord on any level.
Today, my struggle has been spirit versus flesh, with flesh winning most ominously, most greedily, most decidedly...until at last the Word penetrated: "I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live,yet not I, but Christ lives in me..."
Of course, I know what He would do. I know what He already did. He laid aside everything for me. He paid the entire price, took my punishment so I could be saved. Can I now lay aside who and what I am, as well as what I want, for His sake?
Will I ever know His peace if I do not?
Oh, bitter are the tears that are shed as our flesh dies bit by bit! Nevertheless, how sweet the rest of this child who has finally surrendered and lays exhausted in her Fatherís arms - sniffing tearfully, yet enveloped in the warm knowledge that her sin is exposed, she is chastised, soundly corrected and yet most profoundly forgiven. For it is only in the complete surrender to His difficult will can she finally know the depths, yes, the supreme depths, of His mighty Creator Love.
My prayer is that you will experience these depths of love and rejoice in their rich sweetness. They are worth any pain; they are worth any sacrifice of ourselves, so that we may win more of Christ. He brings this hard circumstance to reveal and treat our sin-sickness and we must trust His ways, even if they are painful. May we walk willingly and confidently through this life knowing that no matter where He leads us, He will never leave us.
We can surrender. We can be encouraged by His strength. We can boldly allow hope to rule our hearts.
We are holding our Fatherís hand.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Kay - this is a very heartwarming look at our stubborness against God's loving and kind guidance. And I must say, it held my interest, flowed from beginning to end, and was just plain written very well. Good job.