Don’t Touch me There!

Touch:  when words aren’t enough. (Expression)                                   Touch: when words aren’t needed. (Comfort)                                             Touch:  Don’t touch me!! (Anger)                                                                Touch: that hurts… (Violence)                                                                  Touch: that makes me uncomfortable. (Inappropriate)                          Touch: too close. (Invasion of personal space)

There are all kinds of touch – touches you want, touches you don’t want, touches you shouldn’t have.  I was reading in Genesis today about the oaths that were made – to seal the deal, they would place their hand under the other persons thigh.  That kind of grosses me out!  I am very thankful for today’s method of handshakes or signing your name on the dotted line.

This led me to thinking about all kinds of touching.  In my reading in Matthew, in a few short verses, I saw where Jesus touched 4 people.  His touch contained healing power:

He touched the leper – the leprosy was instantly gone                                   He touched the dead girl – she was brought back to life                                He touched Peter’s mother-in-law – she was made better                             He touched the blind man’s eyes – he could see again

All of this, and  more, from the touch of the Master’s Hand!

Some know first hand what a touch from God is like.  We count on it, rely on it, revel in it.  Others fear His touch, many resist His touch.  Some are all in, others are not.

Let me encourage you today to go all out – test the One who will never fail you and let Him TOUCH YOU today!

“Touch Of The Master’s Hand”

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The Auctioneer held up the old violin and,
surveying the crowd, he asked with a grin,
“What am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.

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“A dollar or two? Who’ll make it three?
Perhaps it has no real value,” said he.
“But what am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.

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No one spoke and the auctioneer sighed,
and took the old fiddle to set it a side,
when far in the rear there a rose an old man,
and walked to the front of the row.

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He lovingly brushed the dust from its face
and tightened the strings, put the bow in it’s place.
Then drawing the bow with a move sure and slow,
the old man began to play

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With the touch of the master’s hand
the old violin sang a song from within,
and the list’ners began to understand
the touch of the master’s hand.

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The old man concluded and shuffled away,
and the auctioneer looked where the violin lay.
Then raising it up, he turned to the crowd
with a voice that was humble and low,

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“Who’ll start the bidding? A thousand,” said he.
“Two thousand once, and who’ll give me three?
Three thousand going and three thousand gone,”
he whispered, then turned away.

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Well, some in the crowd were confused and amazed.
What changed the value from night to day?
Was the old violin not the same as before?
It seemed they could not understand.

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For many a life scarred and battered with sin
can find a great change, like the old violin,
When our eyes are opened, our hearts touched from within
by the touch of the Master’s hand.

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With the touch of the Master’s hand,
the old violin sang a song from within
And the list’ners began to understand,
the touch of the Master’s hand.

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With the touch of the Master’s hand,
Like the old violin, our heart sings from within,
when we look on His face to understand,
it’s the touch of the Master’s hand.

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