Post No. 30

Recently I had a revelation come about me. Much has been going on around me, and sometimes it's hard to figure out what needs to happen next. But then I went to a concert and remembered that it's all out of my control and the reins of my life are far beyond reach. Even if it where possible to reach I would dare not grab it. I realize that it does matter who's hands it's in. As far as my broken imperfect hands are concerned, they hold nothing that lasts. I was sent this very interesting e-mail. I'm not sure how many times I read through it.

The fact of the matter is:

A basketball in my hand costs about 20 bucks.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's hand is worth about 33 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hand might keep away a dog.
A rod in Moses' hand will part a mighty sea.
It depends whose hands it's in.

A slingshot in my hands is but a toy.
A slingshot in David's, is a mighty weapon.
It depends whose hands it's in.

2 fish and 5 loaves in my hand might be a couple of sandwiches.
2 fish and 5 loaves in Jesus' hand will feed thousands.
It depends whose hands it's in.

Nails in my hands might produce a bike ramp.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will give salvation for the entire world.
It depends whose hands it's in.

I thought that it brought things into prospective too.