The Hand that Nailed Itself
By Heather Allen –
Yesterday my little boy swung his feet in rhythm with mine, as we dipped our toes in the cool lake water. He said “Mom you don’t talk as much as dad.” “Really?” I smiled. “Well, did you want to talk about something?” I asked. He looked out over the green blue water and then up at my face. “I just want to talk about how good God is mom.” He then listed how God has been good to him. And then in typical little boy mode, darted off.
But he left me smiling with my face lifted to the sky “God, You have been so good.”
The hand that nailed itself to the cross is the same hand that holds my life. And the same love that sacrificed itself says I made a way for you. I am good and kind. I love you. I am the way, the truth, the life, the only way to the Father (John 14:6). The only way to be reconciled is Christ Jesus. And contrary to popular lies, the Lord God and Allah are not one and the same. The culture that worshiped Allah was pantheistic first. And then gradually their other gods were diminished leaving Allah the moon god and his partner the sun goddess. In time she also was diminished.
God sent his son to Earth to make it really clear that He alone is God. And He alone is able to save.
Apart from Christ, self-destruction is what humanity will tend toward every time. I know this is true like I know I need air to breathe. God’s word is clear. It is not because of the works we have done, but according to His mercy that we are saved (Titus 3:5).
I have been in a night season for so long I have forgotten what it feels like to be able to see the horizon. But when you walk in the dark you learn to trust. You see faith become something you do not just talk about, but rest in.
Isaiah 50:10 (KJV) says, “Who is among you that feareth the LORD, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness, and hath no light? Let him trust in the name of the LORD, and stay upon his God.”
“And stay” in this verse means lean upon, support oneself on. And I love that because the uncertainty in my life has taught me to place my hope on what is certain. The process has been painful and slow, but He is the one I want to be my foundation. And so I find myself immensely grateful for this season because He is building a faith that holds.
God chose to make us. And when we rebelled and sinned, He chose to save us. He is so good. And like my darling little boy, I just want to talk about it.