Are you an in the box sort of thinker? Or maybe you’re more outside of the box. My son says that he likes to stomp on the box, and then make his own box. However you think, we often try to categorize people. You know, the “Suzie Homemaker”, the “Tree Hugger”, the “Free Spirit”, the “Worker Bee”, and so many other categories into which we tend to lump people. We all do it y’all!
Have you ever tried to put God into a box? Have you tried to compile everything you know about Him, and then put Him into a beautiful, categorical box? Think about it for a minute. God is…should bring immediate adjectives to your mind. He is…goodness, love, hope, faith, creator, sustainer, Savior, pastor, father…and so many others. But what does all of that really mean? The reality of our God, is that there is no possible way to explain Him or contain Him in a box…no matter how large. Why? Because our God is far greater than we can ever begin to stretch our minds to conceive or comprehend.
Isaiah 45:12 says, “I – My hands – stretched out the heavens…”. At first I simply nod my head and agree. I mean, Amen! God is our creator! He created the heavens and the earth! He tells us that clearly in Genesis. Then, God told me to wait for a moment. Think that statement through. His hands stretched out the heavens. Y’all, stop for a moment and look at your hands. What do you see? I see small hands adorned with chipped fingernail polish. Swollen and red, joints that are beginning to show the reality of disease. I see a gorgeous wedding ring symbolizing my husband’s eternal love for me. I see scars, and age marks. I see my mother. I see who I am. What do you see?
Now take a moment to consider the hands of God. Is it even possible to begin to consider the size of his hands? I know they must ultimately look like my hands, because I’m created in His image. Oh, but dear Sister, God’s hands…stretched out the heavens. I imagine Him creating a beautiful solar system, and then taking His fingers, grasping that creation by the edges, and gently pulling it…stretching it like you would stretch dough. Pressing, pulling, stretching, tugging, patting…until it covered each and every corner He desired. Those are mighty hands dear Sister! Mighty hands.
Those same hands, “…Who created the heavens, Who is God, Who formed the earth and made it, Who has established it, Who did not create it in vain, Who formed it to be inhabited…” Isaiah 45:18 Those same hands belong to our Lord…like whom there is no other. Those hands became human in Jesus. Those hands healed nations, gave sight to the blind, gave life to the dead, and those hands were stretched out on a tree. They were pierced by mighty nails. Those hands died for you and for me. Those hands were wrapped in grave clothes as our Savior, to whom they belong, was buried in a borrowed tomb. And then dear Sister, those hands were used to prove the very identity of our mighty resurrected Savior when He rose again from that three day long death.
When you truly take the time to consider those hands, there is no way to put our Lord neatly into any little box. Then, take a moment and think about this. If we can’t even begin to wrap our minds around the greatness of the hands of God, what about the heart of God? What about the mind of our God? Y’all, He says, “I am the Lord, and there is no other; I form the light and create darkness, I make peace and create calamity; I, the Lord, do all these things.” Isaiah 45:6-7 He forms the light where there is none. Oh dear Sister, He formed the Light of the World when there was none.
Do you receive that message dear Sister? Do you claim it with a hearty Amen! Our God, who created the heavens and the earth; who created the plants and the animals, and who formed you and me; that all mighty God…Lord of all, formed His Son…Light of the World for you and for me. He provides light where there is none.
Dear Sister, go back to thinking about that box. Imagine the most beautiful box you could ever receive. The stunning color, the striking ribbon, the excitement of what you may find in that box. Then push that box aside. The greatest gift you could ever receive…the most perfect gift of your life, doesn’t come in a box. No! He comes to you with arms outstretch, He holds you close with the same mighty hands that stretched out the heavens. He is our Lord, and there is no other.