That which our hands have handled of the word of life. 1 John 1:1. Handle me and see. Luke 24:39. That handling is not for us today, but even so, the word shows something that belongs to us all. We sing, when I survey the wondrous cross. How much do we survey? How real is it to us? Those wounds, how much do they truly mean to us? If only once and for one moment a deep insight were given us and we saw and our hands handled these sacred things, everything in life would fall into its right place. We would never make our molehills into mountains. All that is appointed for us would seem as nothing in comparison with that which our hands had handled of the word of life. Who for our sake was made a suffering human flesh. We would live in the spirit of an old prayer, Let there be no exaggeration of the way I go today. Amy Carmichael.

Who rises up for me against the wicked? Who stands up for me against evildoers? If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence. When I thought, My foot slips, Your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up. When the cares of my heart are many, Your consolations cheer my soul. Psalm 94:16-19.