Keep Attempting Handshakes

He looked at me as though we had never met. I had come to him, giving him the choice to accept or dismiss me. After I had said his name, my outstretched hand hung in the air, my smile not mirrored on his face. “You must have the wrong guy…” His stride lengthened as he accelerated away from us, leaving my extended hand slightly colder in the winter air.

In the ultimate act of courage and humility, God extends himself to us. Even though we are geniuses at unreciprocated love, He stands with us. We are free to call Him Emmanuel, even after we flip him off.

There is a deep part of us humans that wants to be known and recognized. We want someone to call us by our name. We long, and search for home. Simultaneously, we battle the disillusionment we have experienced over and over, when such people forget us. When home collapses around us.

To truly create home for others, we are called to be faithful and present. So we keep extending our hands. Continue to remember names. We go out and search for those who have suppressed their search for home. Just as He consistently searches for us when we go astray.