Think about how many ways we use our hands. We can clutch our hands in anger or fold our hands in prayer. We can hold out our hands to help or stick them in our pockets when we don’t want to get involved. We can be hands on or hands off depending on our mood and motivation. We can give a hand up or a hand out. Hands are amazing instruments in music, art, sports, and other pursuits. Hands can be weapons or tools. You can shake hands or talk to the hand. We can hand down what we have learned or hand over what we can entrust to others. We can twiddle our thumbs in boredom, wring our hands in stress, or clap our hands in appreciation. “All in the Family” curmudgeon Archie Bunker once opined that God put hands on the ends of our arms so they would be handy. You can’t argue with that logic.
Charles Bugg once wrote: “The whole ministry of Jesus can be written with the image of a hand – the tightly balled hand of a baby, the hand of a boy holding a hammer standing next to his father by a carpenter’s bench, the hand of a young winsome teacher pointing people to the truth, the nail-pierced hand of a Savior dying on a cross, and the up-reaching hand of a risen Lord.”
We make decisions every day as to how we use our hands. During World War II, American GI’s entered a bombed-out cathedral in Europe. They noted the extensive damage as they walked through the rubble of a once-beautiful church. Near the altar, stood a statue of Jesus. The sculpture was almost intact but the hands had been blown off. A crudely-worded sign hung from the arms. Someone had found a piece of board and printed these words: “He has no hands but yours.”
Let’s be the presence of Christ today. Let’s use our hands to help, to serve, to care.