When I lived in Asia, I observed the custom of men holding hands as they walk. In case of a stumble, having someone there to lend a helping hand is a good thing. Even more, it is a declaration of friendship between 2 who have a hand in each other’s lives: “Two people are better than one, for they can help each other succeed. If one falls, the other can reach out and help” (Eccl. 4:9-11). On the same hand, God says, “Though the godly stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand” (Ps. 37:24).
Putting yourself in someone else’s hands is a sign of some dependence. That said, are we
not, then, like putty in the hands of God? “As the clay is in the potter's hand, so are you
in my hand” (Jeremiah 18:6)—a very challenging notion for the Western self-made-man
who always wants to have the upper hand.
Indeed, no dignified, liberated life form imagines himself a lump of clay.
When the Potter re-shapes you unexpectedly, do you respond, “Thy will be done,” or do you react, “Stop, you're doing it wrong! How
clumsy can you be? What’s wrong with your hands” (Is. 45:9, NLT/NIV, ed).
Every time we murmur about
God's work in us, are we not saying, “keep your hands to
yourself.” But how useless. He always wins
hands down. And besides, He loves you far too much to keep His hands off of