JESUS . . . GOD’S SON, OUR SAVIOR (His Hands)

Hands tell so much about a man. I believe Jesus’ hands were strong, certainly not smooth, but scarred by the hard work he did in Nazareth as he was growing up. I believe Jesus’ hands were large, able to lift a heavy table or chair or certainly a child. I believe Jesus’ hands were most often reaching out—beckoning, assuring, welcoming as He lived out His reason for coming to live on earth—calling and receiving sinners into repentance and faith and blessing; but most of all offering and giving God’s Perfect Love expressed in Himself, God’s perfect sacrifice.

His Hands

I’ve seen His hands touch softly
a child held upon His knee,
His hands that touched a leper
and helped a blind man see,
that fashioned for His mother
a chair or favorite table.

A man’s hands large and strong
with fingers lean and long,
their touch spoke peace and calm,
brought hope for those with none,
His hands upon my shoulders
assured His presence blessed.

The world that stripped Him bare
and mocks Him hanging there,
His hands that touched with love
crushed, nailed to rough boards there,
I look and see those broken hands
and recoil at such hatred.

M.S.
Easter 2006

And he said to them,
”Why are you troubled,
and why do doubts arise in your hearts?
See my hands and my feet,
that it is I myself.
Touch me, and see.
For a spirit does not have flesh and bones
as you see that I have.”

Luke 24: 38-39