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You may get tired of my mad ramblings, but the world is in such shambles at the moment and the air is so heavy, I feel like I must share whatever good news I can, while I can.

At some point in the midst of all the anxiety and chaos, I found myself looking at a portrait of a very blond Jesus, not the least bit interested in any racial issues, but absolutely transfixed by His hands. I’ve never really seen it before, the way painters often pose Him with His hand upright, about to give a blessing or a benediction.

His wounded hands. Not all paintings show His hands as being wounded, but they were, as He was pierced for our transgressions. Those hands lifted up to bless us, now bear our wounds.

I’m not sure why this struck me as such a powerful thing, but I am often quite ready to just wash my own hands of humanity’s foolishness and wave goodbye as civilization just swirls the drain. Might even give it a good flush, too.

I forget sometimes that Somebody upstairs thought we were to die for, literally, that we had such tremendous worth and value to Him, such potential, that we were worth laying down One’s life for. Not only that, but at the end of it all, those wounded hands lifted up to bless us.

Those are our scars, our sins and imperfections, our foolishness, our hypocrisy and betrayal, our propensity for war, our greed and envy, our incompetence, our complete disregard for human life. I could go on and on, but I assure it’s an abysmal pile of human misery, mostly self inflicted, and all of it, every bit, was already received by those hands.

This is why I can’t despair, why I must not just throw in the towel, or simply give a courtesy flush on all of mankind. Jesus made a tremendous investment in us, even while knowing our flaws. The Bible says, “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

My own heart is often breaking, my own hands are tired, because as silly as it sounds, I often try to help Him carry the weight of the world, rather than simply accepting that He already did, and then trusting in Him.