His Hands

It has been said that Jesus has no hands but ours.  That sounds presumptuous, but its true.  I  sat with a young couple who had just experienced the death of their son.  Expecting a healthy boy, their precious baby was still born.  This broken Mom talked of the agony of needing to sign a death certificate, but not being allowed to have a birth certificate.  Her muscle bound, grieving husband reached her cheek with calloused hand and wiped her tears.

Jesus hands, indeed.  A songwriter who remains anonymous wrote these lyrics:

I’m looking up,ready to fly. A higher place beyond the sky.

But till that day, I’ll be your hands,  I’ll serve you, Lord, as best I can.


Look around, my friend.  How can you be His hands today?