Arms Open Wide

He stood tall on the mountain top against the backdrop of the morning sun. The silhouette he gave with his arms wide open, hands raised to heaven was one of strength and leadership. As the morning traveled on towards noon, his people would look up and see his hands raised up and be energized by his presence. As the fighting went on his arms became tired, the hands would begin to drop. The fighting became intense and the win they sought soon turned to pain and death. Then again He raised his hands to the sky and they were winning again. The man’s arms grew to weak to keep his hands raised to the sky and once again they fell to his side in defeat. He tried and tried to raise them, but they were to wasted to rise. He could do nothing, but watch his people struggling. He could do nothing but watch in defeat. Then two men came up and stood one on either side of the tired man. They reached down and put a seat beneath him for him to sit upon and raised his hands holding them out and up. His heart was filled with outstanding joy as he watched his people win. No more struggling, they won the battle.
Does this story sound familiar. It should there is a similar one written in the Bible.

Exodus 17:12
    When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat             on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so  that his hands remained steady till sunset.
There is also another story, one more closer to home. A man whose arms could not carry us any longer. Who needed help to hold his arms up. He was tired and worn out from the beatings and the torture, he endured. He too, needed to have his arms held wider than Moses’s arms. His name is Jesus. He still holds up his hands as far as he can reach. He holds them out for you and me. He holds them up because He believes we are worth it. He died on the cross holding his arms wide open for me. A soul, who to this day feels He shouldn’t have, but I am grateful that he does.

Hebrews 12:2
    fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.


About Pamela M. Loykowski-Durkee

born in 1959, loves to be creative, loves the great out doors.. When I met God my life changed. I now have hope and a brand new life. Of the many names I have, the one I love most of all is, Child of God.
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