A Deposit into the Hands of the Father

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A Deposit in to the Hands of the Father

Luke 23:46 (ESV)
46 Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last.
Here on the cross at Calvary we find Jesus the suffering Savior, the precious lamb, the Messiah, the redeemer, the Son of God hanging. He is afflicted, in pain, misery and alone. Here is a man who had done no one any harm. He had healed the sick, He cut loose stambling tongues, made the deaf hear, the dumb speak; the lame walk, and fed the hungry.
- Now look, look at Him, He’s alone and dying, but yet He finds time to intercede for those who sought to destroy Him.
- He even hands a passport to paradise to a man sentenced to die with Him on the cross.
- He entrusts the comfort of His mother to His disciple.
- In agony He prayed to God for an answer, Why?
- He acknowledges His unquenchable thirst for the newness of salvation to be exalted upon man.
- Then He proclaims that it is finished.
And with all of that it brings us to this final utterance.
He said, “Into your hands I commit my spirit.” That word commit in its original text means to entrust for care and preservation.
He makes a deposit with His Father; He prepared His body for death but placed His Spirit in the hands of the Father.
What better hands to place ones spirit than in the hands of God. He couldn’t place it in the hands of Abraham nor Moses for their hands were frivolous and marred.
Jesus in this statement teaches us a valuable lesson. Whatever the problem, whatever the situation there is only one set of hands that we should depend upon. Not even our own hands should we trust. But trust in the Lord.
You have been trying to fix it and straiten it out. But you only need to place it in the hands of God. Give your problem, pain and predicaments to the Father!
Now, I didn’t write the Bible and I am not in any position to add to the Bible. But I did come up with a little proverb of my own…. And that is “He who relies on himself will always be disappointed.”
In fact there are some things believers ought never say. There are some words that ought not ever flow out of the mouths of believers. There are some phrases that we should never use. I’m not talking about 4 letter words; I’m talking about things we say which curse the Power of God!!!!
For instance, here is one, “I can handle it.” Can I ask you a little something? How well are you doing?
Here is another, “I’ve got it under control,” “I can fix it,” I am persuaded if you could fix it you would have done so by now!!.
God wants us to rely on Him and Him alone.
Our hands cannot measure up to God’s hands. Our hands are feeble and frail, finite and faint, our hands are fallible and faulty, our hands are futile and frustrated.
Gods hands are powerful; I mean there is literally nothing God can’t do. His hands are trustworthy.
I don’t always know what I’m doing, I don’t always know what God is doing, but I can rest well at night, because, I know, God knows what He is doing.
Jesus knew He could trust these hands for He had seen the work of His Fathers hands. He knew what God could do.
He was there when God scooped out the sea with His hands, He was there when God hung the stars out, placed the moon in position, and laid the mountains. He was there. Parenthetically, let me also state that Jesus had already been to Calvary before the foundations of the world.
There was security and tranquil thought with His well being because. He knew that His Spirit would be safe with the Father. He was not worried about who wanted to take His life because He was aware of the caretaker of His spirit.
Do you trust the hands of God? Are you willing to place your confidence in God to take care of everything in your life. See that is what is required of the believer. We are required to trust God with everything and in every facet of our life.
Jesus came here out of love for the human race. Yes, He was in love with even those that mocked Him and shunned Him. He was in love with the reality of His mission to save man. He had to save man from man’s self.
Yes, I tell you, He was in love with even us. See being in love is looking beyond the present into the future.
See Christ proved His love when He ignored His pain and rescued me from mine 2000 years later. He saw man in sin and traveled through eternity to the cross.
After doing all of what God would have Him to do, He tells God, before We close the account let me make one more deposit.
I want you to hold on to my spirit. I want you to keep it close to you. Tell the Angels to get my mansion ready! I’m on my way back home. But before I get there, I got to make a stop. I got to go by the Grave and pick up my keys…Tell them I’m on my way back home…I still got some work to do. See, I talked some big talk down here. I told them if they tear down this temple, I would raise it back in three days.
I’m reminded of a story of two poets who were at the cross…
There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel’s veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains; Lose all their guilty stains; Lose all their guilty stains; And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in His day; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away; Wash all my sins away; Wash all my sins away; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow’r Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more; Be saved to sin no more; Be saved to sin no more; Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more.
4 E’er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die; And shall be till I die; And shall be till I die; Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be till I die.
Alas, and did my Savior bleed, And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity, grace unknown, And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ the mighty Maker died For man, the creature’s sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While Calvary’s cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne’er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, ’Tis all that I can do.
Chorus At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled away It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!
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