Last Seven Words - (7th Word)- Luke 23:46 - Leave it in Good Hands

Scripture

Luke 23:46 “Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” Having said this, he breathed his last.”

Prayer

Lord,

Hide me behind the Cross until they see only Jesus.

As I handle this Seventh Word, handle me. Let my teaching be clear and my words be heartfelt. Give me Your rhythm and Your truth. For the sake of the One who died and rose again.

In Jesus’ Name,

Amen.

Title - Leave It In Good Hands

For a brief moment i want to preach form the thought “Leave It In Good Hands”

You're In Good Hands — The Allstate Setup

You already know the slogan. You have seen it on the billboard, heard it on the commercial, maybe even got the policy in your glove compartment right now. Say it with me — "You're in good hands... with Allstate." Allstate is a fine company. They will cover your car, your house — maybe even your boat, if you are that kind of person. But Allstate cannot cover your soul. They have got an 800 number — but God has an open line, and He never puts you on hold. Somebody in here today — you are not just in good hands. You are in the BEST hands.

The seventh word. The final word comes from the Gospel of Luke, twenty-third chapter, forty-sixth verse — "Father, into your hands I commend my spirit." That is our word. That is our anchor. And the title of today's message is simply this — Leave It In Good Hands.

We've Been On A Journey — The Rhythmic Countdown

We have been on a journey today. A sacred journey through seven words from the cross…that changed the entire trajectory of human history.

We heard Christ say — "Father, forgive them." Forgiveness — from the cross.

We heard Christ say — "Today you will be with me in Paradise." A promise — from the cross.

We heard Him say — "Woman, here is your son." Provision — from the cross.

We heard Him say — "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Agony — from the cross.

We heard Him say — "I am thirsty." Humanity — from the cross.

We heard Him say — "It is finished." Victory — from the cross.

Six words. Six moments.

Six revelations of who He is and what He came to do.

But He is not done yet. There is one more thing He needs to say. One final declaration before the curtain falls and the grave gets ready for its three-day tenant. I would argue brothers and sisters that every word before this one was for us. However, the last word... this one is between a Son and His Father.

THIS word was written long before Calvary. David penned it in Psalm 31 — "Into your hand I commit my spirit; you have redeemed me, O Lord, faithful God."

David wrote it as a prayer, Jesus lived it as a fulfillment.

What David cried out in desperation, Jesus declared in completion.

However, even in His most intimate moment — it was still being done for us.

The redemption was still in motion. The plan was still on schedule.

Think about who Jesus IS. This is the man who healed the sick, opened blind eyes, and called his homie Lazarus out of a locked-up grave!

Fed five thousand with a little boy’s lunch.

Stopped a funeral procession to give a widow back her son.

Turned a water pot into a wedding party.

Found tax money in a fish's mouth.

This JESUS!

Always looking for a blind man to give a new view.

Always looking for a lame man to give a new walk.

Always making sure that if you’re under His shadow, you’re covered by His grace!

Do you know the Jesus I’m talking about (2x)

But right here—right here at the end—Jesus steps out of the servant role for just a moment and says, "This one is for Me and My Father."

Do I have a witness?

When He placed His spirit in the Father's hands, He was proving that the Father's hands could be trusted. He was not just commending His own spirit — He was showing YOU where to put yours. Don’t get me wrong saints, It is good to help people. It is right to pour into others.

But every now and then — you have got to find your own quiet moment with the Father and say — "This one is just between us.” "

This one isn't for the critics.

This one isn't for the crowd.

This one isn't for the 'Likes' or the 'Shares.'

This prayer is for my peace.

This cry is for my calling.

This moment is for my mercy.

Lord, I’ve poured out for the neighbors.

I’ve poured out for the kids.

I’ve poured out for the coworkers.

But Father, right now—I’m leaning on You for me!"

Even Jesus knew when it was time to stop ministering to the crowd and minister to Himself.

Watch how He does it. Because it was not quiet. It was not timid. It was not a whisper in the dark.

He Didn't Whisper It — He DECLARED It

We have to appreciate Luke. He wasn't just a writer; he was a historian with a heartbeat. He was a literary artist with a medical degree. While the other disciples saw a miracle, Luke saw the anatomy. He’s the one who noticed the sweat like drops of blood. He’s the one who tracked the pulse of the poor and the marginalized.

Luke didn't just want you to know the story; he wanted you to see the significance. And as a physician, Luke knew the physics of the Cross. You see, crucifixion kills by suffocation. The weight of the body pulling down on the arms makes inhalation easy, but exhalation nearly impossible. To form a sound, the victim has to push up on nailed feet and pull up on nailed wrists just to squeeze out a breath. Physics says that by the final hours, a crucified man has no voice left.

But look at the Doctor’s record. Luke didn't record a rattle. He didn't record a gasp. He didn't record a man losing his grip. He simply writes: Jesus cried out with a LOUD voice. It wasn’t a human yell; it was a divine declaration. It didn't come from the lungs; it came from the Lordship! He didn't stumble into the grave; He stepped into His glory. He didn't collapse into death; He leaped into the Father’s arms!

When He said, "I commend," He used the language of the bank. In the Greek, that word means to deposit with full confidence—to place in absolute safekeeping. He wasn't losing His spirit; He was depositing it. He signed it over to the Sovereign. He gave it to the One who cannot sleep and the One who holds the keys! And I’ve got a question for the house: If it was safe enough for the Savior, and if it was strong enough for the Son—why are you still white-knuckling yours?

2. The Reflective Shift (The Slower Gear)

We admire the deposit, but we’re terrified of the Teller. We shout about His "Good Hands," but we live like we’re in "Bad Hands." We trust Him with our eternity, but we won't even trust Him with our electricity bill. Look at your life today. Look at the things you’ve been white-knuckling at two o’clock in the morning. You’re holding that diagnosis like it’s a death sentence instead of a data point. You’re holding that child’s rebellion like it’s your failure instead of their journey. You’re holding that grief like a heavy coat in the middle of a July heatwave—exhausted, sweating, and wondering why you’re so tired.

Church, we’ve been giving way too many people too much control over our joy. We’ve been letting people who didn't create us decide if we’re "good enough" to be happy. We’ve been living like "pass-around" property. So I ask you... whose hands are you in?

3. The Body (Passed From Hand to Hand)

Trace the footsteps from the Garden to the Grave—and you’ll see a Divine Hand-off. The world tried to pass Jesus around like He was a problem they couldn't solve.

He was in the hands of the Mob—they gripped Him, shamed Him, and traded their "Hosannas" for "Hammers." He was in the hands of the High Priest—they judged Him, ridiculed Him, and belittled Him. He was in the hands of Pilate—who questioned His authority and handed Him to Herod. He was in the hands of Herod—who mocked Him and dressed Him up like a weak god. Then back to Pilate—who washed his hands of Him!

Hand to hand. Post to pillar. Shuffled like nobody wanted the bill. But in the middle of the manhandling, Jesus made a Move. He said: "No more." No more human courts. No more weak governors. No more passing Me around to hands that cannot hold Me! In my theological mind, Jesus said, "I’m taking My soul out of the hands of the system—and placing it in the hands of my Father!" And Church, let me tell you—those were Good Hands!

4. The Celebratory Close (In Good Hands)

So as I prepare to take my seat, I ask you again: Whose hands are you in today? The hands of Worry? They’ll hold you, but they won’t help you. The hands of the World? They’ll use you, but they won’t uphold you. The hands of your own Understanding? They’ll fail you when the lights go out!

But I know some Hands! The hands that sculpted the mountains and poured out the seas! The hands that steered the stars and caught Peter when he was sinking! The hands that touched the leper and healed the blind! They nailed His hands, but they couldn't nail His power! They bound His wrists, but they couldn't bind His Will!

And because He placed His spirit in the Father’s hands on Friday... The Father placed the keys of Death in HIS hands on Sunday! Don't you let the silence of the tomb fool you! On Friday—He reminded Death that He was only a visitor. On Saturday—He was checking the locks on the gates of Hell! The world thought the story was over... but EARLY! EARLY Sunday morning—He stood up in Good Hands! He didn’t just wake up—He stepped out! He rolled back the stone so YOU could see in! This is a GOOD Friday! A GOOD day to stop worrying! A GOOD day to let go!

LEAVE IT IN GOOD HANDS! (Wait for the Amen) LEAVE IT IN GOOD HANDS! (Build the volume) LEAVE IT IN GOOD HANDS! Don’t you dare come back here on Sunday looking for a grave! Don’t you dare come back waiting for a feeling! We are in Good Hands! WE ARE IN GOOD HANDS!

AMEN!