How do we come?
We are told to seek but find our mouthes unable to utter a word. We are told to come to Him who holds all things and yet our legs go limp at the thought.
Perhaps this is why He came. The father not only invited us but became our way to answer. Yes, we cannot climb the holy hill or stand among the heavenly beings. We desire nothing more than to sit among the angels and cry out: Holy, Holy, Holy. Nevertheless, our desire is met with weak hands and a fickle heart.
So Christ became our yes. Christ became our legs, our minds, our hearts, and our acceptance. The Father says, come and the Christ comes. Here is the mystery and here is reason for praise: we are taken on the fringes of our Savior’s robe by the Spirit to the Father.
For let us not forget that our sacrifices are not a sturdy knee or a constant pace but a contrite spirit that knows it’s need. Yes, we live remembering the cross and therefore remembering our outstretched hands are not the ones that matter.“This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel, says: ‘In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength…'” (Isaiah 30:15)