Arms Wide Open
I spread out my hands all the day to a rebellious people, who walk in a way that is not good, following their own devices.
The colossal statue of Christ the Redeemer that towers from the summit of Mount Corcovado over the landscape of Rio de Janeiro comes to mind when I think of God’s perpetually open hands toward His perpetually prodigal people. To think that anywhere you are in Rio, whether on the city streets or in the adjacent countryside, you can look up and see this immovable symbol that represents a wonderful reality of God’s love; yet it also represents the tragic reality of man’s indifference to it. It’s as if Heaven stands before the world, day by day, bearing His heart in His hands, reaching out to all, but many fail to see Him. Though He towers over their heads, He shrinks in their eyes, as life’s trivialities steal their focus.
Friend, don’t let divine love become so traditional to your senses that you begin to treat it like a stone memorial on theology’s peak rather than a flesh-and-blood refuge for your weary soul. No, run to the outspread arms of your Savior today, because you need His love now more than ever.