Season brings fresh start
Thursday, April 18, 2019
There was a time when I had pretty hands. That was then and this is now. I don’t mind that my hands don’t have the smoothness of my youth, but nonetheless my hands are problematic.
You see I can be out and about, here at home or any place at all and it happens. I may be puffed up, proud, or having just an OK day, and I do it. I dip my hand into the cup of salvation and then with my words, acts and deeds, I shake my hand free.
I didn’t invent this. It’s age old and as new as the morning sun. Daily and in a hundred different scripts, I bear witness to my Judas act of betrayal.
It isn’t hard to do. With very little forethought and with malice on the run, I reach into the cup of good and evil, see a glimpse of who I am, who made me and whose call I should cherish. I see it all. Then I turn my eyes away and do exactly what I want.
Sometimes I think that I can get away with it. Like nobody would know that this cheat on my better self, on my faith doesn’t matter at all. SOMEBODY knows and it does matter. HIS hand was in the cup first.
So here I am where Judas entices me and our Risen Savior beckons me. The road to salvation divides. I need to stop and think because I can’t travel on both paths as one.
Grace is boundless and freely given. But what if I live my life with my hands on the wheel of a bumper car banging, careening and destroying? How then will I know to seek the peace of Christ which passes all understanding?
This is the season to ponder anew.
Alison Lord Stuart