Those hands need nails to keep them in line.
Something must be done.
Those arms must never embrace again.
We saw His arm reach out when He touched the leper, in defiance of our purity laws.
We saw His hands lift the face of an adulterous woman, thwarting our execution of her just sentence.
We saw Him welcome children into His arms, as if one must become like an infant to belong to His kingdom.
We saw Him break bread and divide the fish, as if He were supplying manna from heaven.
We saw His arms beckon sinners to His table, as if by repentance one can wash away the past.
We saw His arms do nothing to stop a sinful woman from anointing Him, as if He were a treasure greater than her priceless perfume.
We saw His arms crack the whip and overturn the tables, as if He were in charge of the temple.
And then we watched Him lead the blind and the lame inside, as if God’s house were for the broken and weary.
His hands are tainted, unwashed, defiled.
His hands, just like His speeches, are always about Him. He never ceases to point to Himself.
As if He were the only way. As if He alone has truth. As if He alone gives life.
His arms are open to anyone (anyone!) who will repent, and yet He bars the door from those of us who need no repentance.
Those cursed arms must be pinned down. Those hands must be stilled. Those wrists must be bound.
If He is so determined to stretch out His arms, let them be stretched out and nailed to the tree.
Perhaps then His embrace of sinners will end. Perhaps then people will understand true holiness. Perhaps then purity and righteousness will reign.
But wait, what is He saying?
Who is He talking to?
He is praying. Yes, He is praying… for us.
See Him there, with arms outstretched. His hands are speaking again.
This time, they beckon us to come. To trade our taunts for tears. Our efforts for His accomplishment. Our debts for His inheritance.
Before His cross we kneel. Here He is enthroned, hovering over us, arms outstretched, His shadow covering our sin. Blessing in His blood.
Arms outstretched, His broken body fills the threshold. The narrow door of repentance is open to the world.