I will lift up my hands toward our commandment, which I love, and I will meditate on your statutes.  Psalm 119:48

When I lift up both hands toward heaven, I am paying honor to God.  The psalmist lifts both hands towards God’s Word.  He pays homage to it because he loves it.

The Word is old.  It is tested.  It is deep and layered.  It softens the heart of the most hardened person.  It strengthens the most feeble.  It brings a solution, like an arrow, to my deepest dilemma. It comforts like the cooing of a mother.  It changes the heart of a person where that person has simply remained unchangeable through many self-renovations.  Is there any reason why any man or woman shouldn’t raise hands toward this Word?  In doing so, we raise our hands to Jesus.  Logos.

What has caused me to drop my hands?   Discouragement?  There is a Word for me.  Sick?  There is a Word.  Weary in prayer?  There is a Word.  Betrayed?  Ah, there is a Word.  My prayer this morning is, no matter what has caused a slack in my hands, “Strengthen me to raise my hands, just one more time, Lord.” God will be faithful and another Word will come to my rescue.

Like Amos, I consume Your Word, hungrily.  Amen