He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.
He's got my brothers and my sisters in His hands,
He's got my brothers and my sisters in His hands,
He's got my brothers and my sisters in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.
He's got the sun and the rain in His hands,
He's got the moon and the stars in His hands,
He's got the wind and the clouds in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.
He's got the rivers and the mountains in His hands,
He's got the oceans and the seas in His hands,
He's got you and he's got me in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.
He's got everybody here in His hands,
He's got everybody there in His hands,
He's got everybody everywhere in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.
As I stepped into the elevator with a coworker preparing to go on my morning walk, she asked, “How are you this morning, Pastor?” She wasn’t even being sarcastic. She’s among the select few who know of my colorful past, and I once tried to answer her question about which translation of the Bible would be most appealing to her teenage son (I told her that I hoped the Serendipity Study Bible was still in print). It has been reaffirming to discover that some people are able to see me as a man of God without all the religious trappings. Indeed, it is somehow more genuine outside the context of organized religion. It is also encouraging to validate the notion that we really can see and treat others as expressions of God. There’s an obvious downside to this worldview, but I’m going to deal with that next week so that today I can just enjoy God in our midst.
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