I’m still having fun playing around with the possibilities of this Blog. This romantic painting Safe in the Arms of Jesus–well, I just don’t know what to make of it. I’ll not make light of being “safe in the arms of Jesus”–that being the most secure bosom and my eternal desire–but that particular painting just doesn’t work. But why? Is it because the guy looks snivveling and weak? I believe that’s why.
But you know what? THat poor guy’s got it right. The quality to keeps most “real” men from appreciating that portrait of the Saviour and man’s relation to Him is pride. Why, I would never fancy myself so weak and cowering as that dude! I’m much more manly and sufficient than that guy.
But theologically and relationally, what’s the truth? Maybe that artist has some real insight for “real” men. Maybe that’s the right posture for all of us. Me, too. No, not maybe–definitely. Lord, teach me humility, to regard my need of You the same as that poor fellow in the painting . . . because I’m a pretty poor fellow, too, when it comes down to my ability to do anything of eternal significance on my own.