I’m going to
start this a little differently – and so I’d like to ask
you, if you’re holding anything in your hands to put them down for a second.
I’d like you
to take your hands now, can you see them? I want you to look at them. I mean
really, take a good long look at your hands – and take a moment to think what
your hands have done. How they drove you this morning. How they hugged family or
shook hands with your friends today. How they wrote notes for you
during the week or typed emails.
I’d like you
to keep looking at them and start thinking back over the years at the amazing
things these hands have done. Perhaps they held your new born child, or wiped
the tears away of someone you love. Perhaps they’ve helped you to build
something or they played a musical instrument. Maybe they wrote the exams that
got you through matric or Varsity. They received your first report card, and
your first pay cheque.
Perhaps your
hands bear the ring of commitment to someone you love. Perhaps they bear scars
of needlework, or wrist pain from too much time on the computer. They hold cell
phones, and dog collars and sandwiches. They’ve picked flowers and thrown stones
and held walking sticks.
Take a long
look at your hands and think how they have journeyed with you – and the stories
they could tell.
Keep that
thought in your mind as we turn to our Bible reading. We're doing a series
on The Mind of Christ… based on the verses in Philippians 2...
Imitating Christ’s Humility
If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, 2 then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose. 3 Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. 4 Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others.5 Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:
6 Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,
7 but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
8 And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
and became obedient to death
even death on a cross!
9 Therefore God exalted him to the highest place
and gave him the name that is above every name,
10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.
did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,
7 but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
8 And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
and became obedient to death
even death on a cross!
9 Therefore God exalted him to the highest place
and gave him the name that is above every name,
10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.
We are going to be looking at Mind of Christ, and in particular Christ as a servant. And
to do this, I’d like you to imagine what Jesus hands must have looked like. We
spent some time earlier looking at our own hands – but imagine Jesus – if he
held out his hands to you, what would they look like? What would the feel like
if you held them?
Well Firstly
– I believe they would be strong hands.
Jesus was a
man, and a man who worked with his hands as a carpenter. Thus as he grew up and
learnt the trade, he would have developed strong muscles in his hands and arms.
Carpenters in those days were responsible not just for shaping the wood, but
for cutting down the trees with axes and carrying the wood home. His hands
would have been strong hands.
Our passage
today speaks of Jesus saying he was “made in human likeness and found in appearance
as a man”
This is his
first great act of service – God gave up the power, the prestige, the freedom
of immortality, and became a man; a man who began as a weak baby in a manger, a
man who got tired and frustrated, a man limited by time and space and flesh.
God limited himself to be among us, to smell sweat and feel pain. The divine walked in sandals and experienced
heat and hunger and loneliness.
Here is how Augustine – one of the great Fathers of the
faith expressed this awesome paradox:
Man’s maker was made man that He, Ruler of the stars, might nurse at His mother’s breast; that the Bread might hunger, the Fountain thirst, the Light sleep, the Way be tired on its journey; that Truth might be accused of false witness, the Teacher beaten with whips, the Foundation be suspended on wood; that Strength might grow weak; that the Healer might be wounded; that Life might die.
Man’s maker was made man that He, Ruler of the stars, might nurse at His mother’s breast; that the Bread might hunger, the Fountain thirst, the Light sleep, the Way be tired on its journey; that Truth might be accused of false witness, the Teacher beaten with whips, the Foundation be suspended on wood; that Strength might grow weak; that the Healer might be wounded; that Life might die.
In becoming
one of us, Jesus shows that he understands our pain and our struggle. The Bible
tells us that we do not have a High priest who cannot sympathise with our
weakness, but rather one who has been tempted in every way as we are. Jesus
gets it. Those times when you are too exhausted to even think straight, those
times when frustration makes you shake your fist, those times when loneliness
or despair gets too much – Jesus has been there. He understands, and therefore
does not condemn – rather we are told to come to the throne of grace whenever
we have a need.
God’s hands
were the strong muscled hands of a carpenter. Jesus serves us in that he gave
up his majesty for a manger and his crown for a cross.
Secondly
Jesus hands would be dirty.
I imagine
lines in his hands where the dirt has worked its way in. The stain used on wood
does not come out easily. I remember when Tim stained some shelves for our room
– the stain remained on his hands for more than a week after he built them –
and that was after scrubbing them with turps! In the times that Jesus was
living, carpenters would use oils on wood to seal it, and ancient varnishes.
Many wood saps also have a colour which would be used for glues and stains.
So his hands
would be the darkened hands of a carpenter – but Jesus when he walked with his
disciples – he served among us. He reached out to touch a leper, he made mud
pies to place on a blind man’s eyes, he played with children and walked with
fishermen and rode donkeys. None of these things would lead to smooth, clean
manicured hands. On the contrary they would have been the rough dirty calloused
hands of a servant.
Not only did
God stoop down and become one of us, but he made himself the least of us.
Jesus said
of himself: “The son of man did not come to be served but to serve – and give
his life as a ransom for many.” Matt 20:28
And in Luke
22, he says – “The greatest among you should be like the youngest, and the one
who rules like the one who serves. I am among you as one who serves.”
And in John
13 we read the well-known story of Jesus washing his disciples feet. He took
the job of the lowest slave in the house, and took into his hands their dusty,
mud crusted, smelling feet and gently washed them. When he finishes he sits
down and says to his disciples,
“Do you
understand what I have done for you? You call me teacher and Lord and rightly
so for that is what I am. Now that I your Lord and Teacher, have washed your
feet, you also should wash one another’s feet.”
Our passage
today reads that he “made
himself nothing,” and took “the very nature of a servant,”
- In the
amplified version it expands on this by saying he “stripped himself of all the
privileges and rightful dignity so as to assume the guise of a slave”
From Paul's perspective this is
how divine love manifests itself. Christ entered our history not as kyrios
(translated as "Lord"), but as doulos (the word here
translated as servant but in actuality is even a step further than that in
"slave"), a person without advantages, rights or privileges, but in
servanthood to all. It is interesting to note that crucifixion was reserved by
the Romans either for insurrectionists or for disobedient slaves.
Jesus hands
would have been the strong hands of God made man, but they also would have been
the dirty hands of someone who reached out to the world around him and touched
our filth and our disease.
The message
here is that just as Jesus reached out and touched the leper – so too he can
touch those dirty areas in our life and make them clean. You know how there are
those issues and those areas in our minds and hearts where we consciously or
unconsciously sweep under rugs and hide in dark closets… I could never let
Jesus in there we think – I’d be too ashamed. Remember Jesus has dirty hands.
He he is not afraid of the things that shame you or of the darkness – if you
allow him to work in those areas of your life he can bring light and healing
and wholeness.
The third
thing we would notice about Jesus hands is that they would have been scarred
hands.
Somewhere in
the wrist area there will be nasty scars made from large cruel Roman nails. Men
were not crucified by placing nails in the palm of their hands as is
traditionally thought - the flesh of the
palm was not strong enough to hold up the weight of a person and their hand
would have ripped. Rather the nail is placed between the radius and ulna… the
two bones in your forearms. Thus in looking at Jesus hands there would be wrist
scars.
So Jesus
serves us in that he became a limited human, he lived the life of a servant as
he walked among us, and died the death of a slave in order that we might live.
God’s greatest act of service to humanity was that he sent his beloved son to
die a cruel death – so that we might have the hope of eternity. He paid a blood
fee that we might be redeemed, bought back, and forgiven. He took our place so
that we can have his privileges before the Father.
He humbled himself
and became obedient to death
even death on a cross!
and became obedient to death
even death on a cross!
To finish
off – I want you to look again at your hands.
Jesus lived
the life of a servant – a slave. And that is the life we are called to live. Paul
says in our reading
Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:
We must walk
in the same spirit and in the same steps with the Lord, who humbled himself to
sufferings and death for us; not only to satisfy God’s justice, and pay the
price of our redemption, but to set us an example, and that we might follow his steps. Our hands should
tell the stories of service.
Theresa of
Avila once said, “Christ has no body now on earth but yours, no hands but
yours, no feet but yours, yours are the eyes through which to look out Christ’s
compassion to the world. Yours are the feet with which he is to go about doing
good; yours are the hands with which he is to bless men now.”
And Bill Hybels puts it this way: “I would
never want to reach out someday with a soft, uncallused hand – a hand never
dirtied by serving – and shake the nail-pierced hand of Jesus.”
To end off
there is an anonymous poem that reads as follows:
My hands were filled with many things
That I did precious hold
As any treasure of a King’s –
Silver, or gems, or gold.
The Master came and touched my hands,
(and scars were in His own_
And at His feet my treasures sweet
Fell shattered, one by one.
“I must have empty hands,” said He
“Wherewith to work My works through
thee.”
My hands were stained with marks of
toil,
Defiled with dust of earth;
And I my work did oft times soil,
And render little worth.
The Master came and touched my hands
(and crimson were His own)
But when, amazed, on mine I gazed,
Lo! Every stain was gone
“I must have cleansed hands,” said He
“Wherewith to work My works through
thee.”
My hands were growing feverish
And cumbered with much care!
Trembling with haste and eagerness
Nor folded oft in prayer.
The Master came and touched my hands
(With healing in His own)
And calm and still to do His will
They grew – the fever gone.
“I must have quiet hands,” said He,
“wherewith to work My works for Me.”
My hands were strong in fancied
strength
But not in power divine,
And bold to take up tasks at length
That were not His but mine.
The Master came and touched my hands
(And might was in His own!)
But mine since then have powerless
been
Save His are laid thereon;
“And it is only thus,” said He,
“That I can work My works through
thee.”
We can do nothing without him. We are
called to a life of Service, a life following the greatest servant of all –
Jesus. But we are powerless without Him.
My prayer is that you’ll
take your hands – and place them in the beautiful, strong, calloused, scarred
hands of Jesus – and allow Him to use you.