Stephs HandsWe are called to be the hands and feet of Jesus Christ to this world. And I think we sometimes use this phrase flippantly. We mean well, but the depth of the statement doesn’t completely ring true. So what does it mean to be the hands of Jesus?

One of the ways we can think about this is how we are able to love and care for others. Jesus spent his ministry caring for those who couldn’t sometimes care for themselves. We hear it all the time, that Jesus ate with sinners, hung out with those who lived on the margins of society, and brought a sense of belonging to the lonely. He touched people that society said was untouchable, they were ‘unclean.’ To say the least, it was unpopular to associate with the people Jesus did. The leaders of the church and world around them would have just left them behind. But Jesus loved them, he cared for them, healed them, and said through words and actions, that they mattered. So much of this happened through physical touch. Rubbing mud in eyes, laying hands on ailing bodies, even through the unsuspecting touch from a woman who just wanted to touch his robe. Touch is important, which is why this phrase of being Jesus’ hands is so important.

How do you touch those around you? Or maybe it was you that received that important touch from someone else? Was it a moment when someone held your hand, put their arm around you, or held you with a welcome embrace? Healing comes in that touch. Connection happens in those moments. This is one way that we can be those hands of Jesus. Who can you touch with the love of God today?

Now, I have to be honest with you, and a bit braggadocios about the image that I have used in this post. It was truly the inspiration for this writing. The hands that you see are those of someone who I see as being those hands of Jesus everyday. You see, this woman works with many on the margins of this life. They are those who sometimes have been left behind, pushed to the side, and even abused by others and systems. They find themselves reaching the end of their lives, wondering if they have made a difference. I believe that she helps them to understand that they are loved, welcomed, and celebrated, not only for what they have done throughout their lives, but also for who they are, right now. She reaches out with those lovely hands and cares for them, loves them, and celebrates them.

These are the hands of my daughter Stephanie, and they are not only her hands. They are also Jesus’ hands. I wonder about what this world will look like when all hands are Jesus’ hands.

Love you Stephanie!

Dad