My son took such care as the crab scuttled over his hands, trying to find his crabby little way back to his comfortable space. He continually adjusted his hands, realizing he could be pinched. He was openhanded – caring for something that could really do nothing for him – except give him a little pain. My son wanted him safe – he wanted that little critter saved and home where he belonged.
Be openhanded – it’s a love thing: maybe a hug, a word of encouragement, an act of service, quality time. We usually think of it as giving stuff like diapers, donations, clothing and school supplies – and yes, it can be that, but that is only a small part of openhandedness.
It is also a forgiveness thing, an opening-a-door-to-relationship thing with those who can do ostensibly absolutely nothing for us.
Sometimes people need in ways that seem totally unrelated to what they really need – yet sometimes supplying that decoy need unlocks the door to the real need that allows real change.
Openhandedness doesn’t clinch grace into its fist in a “you’ve-got-to-deserve-it-first” attitude – it’s not conditional like that.
Be openhanded – to those who deserve it and those who seemingly don’t – because that’s what grace does.