He or she who never ceases to point fingers at the weaknesses of others shall but upon his sojourn seize dangers that bother. The dangers are not only physical, but spiritual and all encompassing the aspects of the human physiology, for the whole person is a divine artistry, a sacred mystery- designed by the Creator for holy purposes, wired for His use, which He makes possible for us to accomplish by grace through faith in Him alone.

“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.” Ephesians 2:10.

The physical dangers may include the loss of a merry heart, leading to a dryness of the bones, for in assuming to wear the gloves of heaven, such a one will be but showcasing his or her own empty handedness unawares. In assuming the guts to correct another without having stood at the positioning -at the gates of grace, he will be but hindering another soul from the straight paths that lead to the breaking of sin’s entangling chains into the freedom of light that pierces the soul with eternal gain. In assuming the beaming eye of spot on onto the inadequacies of others, he will be but advancing his own state of spiritual blindness. In the eagerness to hear of the latest wretched discord from the hearts of others, he will but fully miss the tune of the divine song from the heavenlies, and will taste the bitterness of hurts and plenteous misfortune, with disharmony that needs not an audience. In smelling with the nose of gossip the motives of others, he will but lose the fragrance that heaven gives so freely.

Oh that we’d be quick to discern the seed of faith, however little, that grace has given and planted in measure into the heart of each living soul; that we would be quick to realize the truth of the spiritual vacuum available, gaping, widely open in each human heart, and that though some have filled this sacred space with temporary wants and fading desires; though some have overflown this vacuum with self, there’s hope. There’s hope that we who have the sign of the sprouting of the seed of faith can give, as we receive from the Hope Center- Heaven come down to dwell with humanity. There’s hope that He who created the pillars of the heart and gave it its chambers, can demolish the faulty foundation built by sin and create His own with the Rock of His righteousness.


How safer we would be, if in our search for peace within the soul, we recognized that another’s pieces, though in shambles at present in our view, can be rearranged by the Master Designer to create a most glorious pattern. Let us be slow to judge, for if we see a brother or sister perishing, won’t it be better if we pointed them to the finger of love? The One whose hands were pierced for our sake that ours may find the joy of service? That Sacred Theme of heaven with whom Angels dwell and sing “Holy, Holy, Holy?” Won’t you dare in faith to speak to the broken-hearted words of courage, believing that there’s One who understands all our brokenness, if we give our pieces to Him, – and He uses the cracks to showcase where His power has passed through? It would do us well to recognize heaven’s focussed interest on each one, how intent the longing of that eternal pulse, and that the palpitating heart of God beats with love unending, for He emptied all of heaven for the sake of this race, that this race may not only be filled with Him, but pour out our all for Him, and that this race would eventually see His glorious face.

“For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men, Teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world; Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ; Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works. These things speak, and exhort, and rebuke with all authority. Let no man despise thee.” Titus 2:10-15


Brethren, it is time that we let go of the pointing finger and stretched out the wandering hand a stronger grip to hold upon. Lead the wanderer to the Author of the Sacred pages, filled with promises for all ages. Lead the confused one to Jesus, and they will find the power to make the best choice. Lead the tempted one to Divinity’s table, and their they shall find the Supplier of all their needs, the most able.

Use thine finger to point the wretched, wandering soul to the Wonder of All. Use thine finger to scribble their name in your prayer journal and tell of them to the Creator of the universe in whispered tones, with faith that He hears and answers, knows their name and address, and His divine power can transform. Use thine finger to tap them onto the shoulder and bid them come for a quiet retreat away from earthly cares, and take up the weapon of best choice- fervent prayer. Use thine finger to point unto them the wonders of creation as a means to guide their thoughts to the author of their souls, that if in this wretched world we still behold such creativity in His handiwork then He can create eternal beauty in the heart of the seeking soul. Use thine finger to flip with them the Sacred Pages and there seek the Divine Aid to bring conviction to their hearts as He smears the Balm of Gilead upon their hurts.

If we must point, let the strength of the finger be imbued with divine love, with the conviction from the Still Small Voice, bidding us in undeniable terms, “take up this work and glorify Me,” for there is a time to rebuke, but never in our own power of self righteousness.

“LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!” Psalm 144:3


~Beryl Nyamwange