“Where’s the grabber?”
“What do you need? I can get it for you,” my six-foot-two husband said.
“A sock fell behind the dryer.”
“I’ll get the grabber.”
What did we do before we owned that simple household tool with its long handle reach and trigger-managed gripper fingers at the end?
- Duct tape on the end of a yardstick, but that only worked for lightweight pick-up tasks like paperclips and tissues.
- “Here, honey. I’ll hold you by the ankles while you lean over the back of the dryer.” Do I need to explain the folly of that plan?
- Mourn the sock, but let it go until spring cleaning . . . or moving day.
I’m grateful every time I utilize our grabber to retrieve something otherwise lost, to reclaim what would have had to stay under the deck, behind the couch, out of reach without it. The grabber isn’t just for old people.
I was reminded about that household item when I read in Philippians 3:12, “I pursue it [the goal of knowing Christ], so that I may grab hold of it because Christ grabbed hold of me for just this purpose” (CEB).
- “so that I may grab hold of it [knowing Christ]”
- “because Christ grabbed hold of me”
- “for just this purpose.”
Something to think about.
Christ didn’t pick me up with two fingers, like a gripper tool would. He grabbed hold like a father seeking to comfort a once-lost child, or like a rescuer reassuring a victim that he or she is now completely safe and protected. Jesus grabs hold in a tight embrace that says, “I’m never letting you go.”
And that’s the way He wants us to grab hold of His truths. No two-fingered pinch. An all-out, never-let-you-go embrace.
Cynthia Ruchti tells stories hemmed-in-hope through award-winning novels, novellas, devotions, nonfiction, and speaking events for women or writers. She and her grade-school sweetheart husband live in the heart of Wisconsin, not far from their three children and five grandchildren. You can reach her at cynthiaruchti.com or hemmedinhope.com, facebook.com/CynthiaRuchtiReaderPage, or twitter.com/cynthiaruchti.