A long time ago He lived, your Christ and mine. What were His hands like? The Bible does not give answers to such a question, but let your imagination give you some answers.
The hands of Christ? Certainly they were not those of a bully, administering a beating to someone weak and defenseless.
The hands of a thief? Not our giving, forgiving, loving Jesus.
The hands of a carpenter making sure a job was always finished in proper fashion and on time? I have no doubt.
Hands helping Him to climb a mountain, there to be tempted. Hands healing the sick and maimed. Hands reaching out with compassion toward a woman of adultery. In an upper room, His hands washing the feet of the Disciples and then gently holding the bread as He said to them, “This is my body which is broken for you.”
And holding the cup as He said, “This is my blood spilled for you.” And by those hands, one day He hung on a cross.
And on that cross he said, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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