“Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters,

As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,

So our eyes look to the Lord our God,

Until He has mercy on us” (Ps 123:2)

As we climb higher on the slopes of Holiness Mountain, we are reminded that we are servants of God. The word really means a bond slave, the property of the master. A slave has no rights at all, no money, no inheritance, no identity and no purpose apart of his master. The master went to the slave market and bought the slave he wanted with his own money. From the moment of the transaction, the slave belongs to the master. He has the right to kill him or to adopt him as his son. The slave depends on his master for everything, including life itself.

The household slaves were trained more rigorously than the rest to please their master. They had to learn the sign language of the master, like they are deaf and dumb. The master used his hand to talk to them. He does not have to shout and tell them what to do. His hand ‘speaks’…“Come, go, wait, bring water…” all these are the signals of the hand. A slave is to understand his master’s desire thru the movement of his hand. Like the conductor of the orchestra, all eyes are on his hand that holds the baton. Any misunderstanding of the signal and there is rebuke and punishment. But together, under the hand of the King, the throne room is orderly, quiet and perfect. The visitors wonder and stand in awe saying: ‘Your Majesty, your slaves are greater than our kings on earth…’

The attitude of a slave is that of patiently waiting and watching. His attention is directed only to a particular ‘object’: the hand of his (her) master. This is a spiritual posture, a skill that comes with time, with experience, to them that pay the price for it. There is need for spiritual exercise, diligent study of the Word of God, meditation and prayer. Like good sweet wine, it takes a long time before you are able to stand on the slopes, dead to any danger to yourself and fully focused on the hand of your Master. This is a picture of deep communion between the soul of the believer and His Lord, Jesus Christ.

The word ‘hand’ in Hebrew basically means an overflow of power, resources and sense of direction. In particular it means the ability to pay off any debt. Other meanings are spiritual connection, fellowship and ordination for ministry.

Spiritually speaking, I am a bond slave of Jesus Christ, the Lord. He is my God. My duty and privilege is to look unto Him alone for everything: for my wealth, health, prosperity, promotion, power, identity, sense of direction, fellowship and anointing for ministry. I have to learn to respect, trust and understand His hand, the the leading of His Holy Spirit. Even in the absence of a particular Word from His lips, I am supposed to know what to do for Him. In my fellowship with my Lord, I will be quick to understand His heart and move at His bid. ‘Baby’ Christians need loud commands and even whipping on their backs before they obey their Master. This is the necessary training to serve the One who is Holy. But I rejoice in this wonderful training of a household slave. I rather be a slave to Jesus than a prince in the harem of the devil. After many mistakes, overcoming impatience and much distraction, I now learn to focus on the Hand of my God. My only business is to wait for Him. When ‘on duty’ in the throne room, I am not concerned with the status or needs of angels or men. My destiny is to serve Jesus Christ. I pray daily that I may willingly and gratefully receive this blessed portion for my life, to be His slave.

“Without Me you can do nothing…” I can nothing on my own. That is why I look at His hand that can do all things. His hand is powerful because he is God. His hand is rough because He came as a servant to earth. His hand is scarred because He died for me. For saving my soul, I have no words to express my gratitude, than to be His bond slave forever!

His royal hand is filled with compassion and healing and blessings. In the throne room people come and people go. There are greetings, choirs and dancers, recitals and poems…noises and thundering…But my eyes are steady on the face of my master, on His hand of mercy… I do not care about Queen Sheba’s gown…I do not observe the jewels of King Herod’s crown…I ignore Naaman’s gifts and garments…I close my eyes to Ahab’s entourage…I do not blink sighting Goliath…kings and kingdoms shall pass away…even the cherubs, they look like plaster on the wall to me…for I have eyes only for my Beloved Master, King of kings and Lord of lords, the Lamb upon the Throne, waiting for His hand of mercy to move upon us…

’Here I am O Lord, send me…’

In Christ I declare:

I am a bond servant of my Lord Jesus Christ!

I am satisfied!

In Jesus name

Amen!