The Word had hands.
There Was No Gap
Jesus didn’t need to pick up the scroll.
The scroll was His fingertips.
He didn’t search the Scriptures to discover the Father’s will.
He was the Word made flesh.
His hands were the Word reaching.
His feet were the Word walking.
His eyes were the Word seeing.
His tears were the Word grieving.
His voice was the Word speaking.
There was never a gap between the Word and the man because the Man was the Lord.
I’m not. When life hits me, I have to go looking. I search my memory for what God said. And while I’m looking, my flesh wants to answer first.
That’s the battle.
The more the Word moves from something I merely know to something that shapes who I am,
the less opportunity my flesh has to speak before God’s Word does.
Jesus never had to open the scroll.
He opened blind eyes.
He opened deaf ears.
He opened the way to the Father.
Because the Word wasn’t in His hands.
The Word had hands.