The hands of the Father

You could imagine them warm…
But never quite clean.
The hands of the Father.
One must picture them weathered…
Worn from serving the weak…
Multiplying bread…
Laying upon the sick…
And calling sinners home.
And I imagine His steps to be ordered…
But His feet never polished.
Tired.
From fully fulfilling their functionality and quest.
Drained from carrying the call placed before them.
Bruised from importing and imparting from city to city.
And yet we…
In our naïveté ask to be them.
“Father make me your hands and feet.”
A cry so familiar to the body.
A lyric so used it’s second nature.
But we must understand the depth..
We must understand the call.
We must grasp the truth of the task.
The responsibility of the torch.
For to be His hands we must reach..
Often into the muck…
Usually into the sludge…
We must cater to the unreachable…
Bear the pain of another’s wounds…
And carry the splinters of our neighbor.
With the dirt of servanthood beneath our fingernails becoming common…
And the roughness of working toward revival becoming normality.
We must sacrifice the pride of cleanliness for the mud of the Master’s work.
We must reach into the gutters for those that are bellowing guttural cries..
And we must be unafraid of the stench of sin and the stain of lack.
In contrast we must choose the goal of eliminating both.
It’s time that we rattle the norm by carrying the Gospel into the overlooked.
It’s time that we take back territory in places long forgotten.
And it’s time that we decide..
If in the sludge we will choose immobility…or impact?
If when faced with the mire we will cower… or move?
If in the clay we will leave others recoiled and conquered…or declare no weapon formed?
We must get up.
We must get out.
We must serve.
We must have hands covered in the proof of partnering with prodigals…
And the scars of equipping the called.
Yes, the goal has always been to take the Gospel into all of the lands.
And the way to determine our proximity to the goal is to ask…
“How clean are our hands?”
And then we must multiply greatly the work that we’ve done in fraction…
Because it is there that we will find the…
Kingdom in Action.