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"Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit." When He had said this, He breathed His last." --Luke 23:46 "Like David, Christ often gave His life into His Father's hands for His daily needs (e.g. Ps. 31:6). But here was a new turn: Jesus gave Himself over to death, thereby giving up all control over His life. He declared Himself willing to face the darkness and death of the grave--there where He could neither think nor pray. He trusted His Father to care for Him in His hour of darkness, and to waken Him at the right time." --Daily in His Presence, by Andrew Murray with Bruce Wilkinson, entry for March 15. Wow. I have heard many Good Friday meditations about how Jesus was completely *alone* when He died, because of our sin which was upon Him. He, who had never been separated from His Father, and how awful it must have been. This devotional gave me an additional aspect to that alone-ness. Now He was alone, going into death, "where He could neither think nor pray." From here on, He must trust His Father to complete the work. Jesus declared, "it is finished," the once-for-all Atonement for sin. But He must also conquer Death, and rise again. Of course, He was placing His trust in One who is altogether Trust-Worthy. Still, the complete surrender of Himself to His Father astounds me. When I think about the little things He asks me to submit to Him, and my balkiness about doing so, I must needs be ashamed. You'd think, after walking with the Lord for over thirty years, I wouldn't have a problem trusting Him *every* time He asks me for something. Pesky Sin Nature. Pesky Self. Time to Step Up to the plate and Move Along here, Barbie. When I was little, before the current polio vaccine (is it "live" or "dead" now?) we had to get polio shots every two years. My mother would brook no tantrums when it came to getting shots: "when the doctor says you need to do something, you Just Do It. (Nike got its ad campaign from her.) No complaining." My sister, brother, and I would have a contest to see who could be the bravest, and not cry. I think all of us were successful. Mother was a good coach! And she was right. Just Do It. No Complaining. I had no trouble in *most things,* trusting Mother. I love that about how God set things up. We are so in love with our mothers by the time we get to the age of Reason that that pattern of trust is set in stone. Now Mother is gone, and I wish I could tell her once again how much she and Daddy were examples of Christ. How I can take their example, and learn how to trust Him, who is ever more worthy. But I *can* thank the Lord, once again, for giving me the beautiful parents He did. And, I can get to working on that Complaining thing. |
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