His Hands
January 11, 2018
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?