Meeting Halfway

You’ve seen that famous painting where God is reaching down, and man is reaching up, and they almost touch fingers? (“The Creation of Adam” by Michelangelo–no, I did not know that before I looked it up this morning.)

I think sometimes we view sanctification like that. Sanctification–the lifelong process of me becoming more like Jesus, more like the person I’m supposed to be. Like God has offered to me salvation and just asks me to meet Him halfway on the rest of it. God is doing His part, of course. God never comes up short. His end is always held up. He’s never the problem. But what about my part? What if today I just don’t have it in me? What if I’ve been falling short for a few days? Or years? What if I can’t quite reach

My sanctification would be incomplete. Maybe my salvation would be, too.

Folks, God does not meet us halfway. God reaches down–all the way down–grabs my hand, and pulls. And, last I checked, no one can snatch me out of His hand (John 10:27-29).