“Jesus called loudly, ‘Father, I place my life in your hands!’ Then he breathed his last breath.” Luke 23:46
I’ve always said I have “farmer” hands. They have served me well when tackling tough jobs or when trying to “loosen” the lid of a jar before handing it off to someone stronger. I even attempt to arm wrestle now and then.
I often pray for the strong arms and hands of Jesus to be wrapped tightly around the shoulders of someone hurting—to keep him or her safe and comforted. I would guess Jesus’ hands did not resemble that of a farmer or other laboring man or woman. He worked miracles with his voice and tender touch.
If Jesus were to walk through the streets of Chicago, where murders are up from Chicago from 480 murders in 2015 to 762 in 2016, perhaps he would try to bring peace to the neighborhoods without a strong arm. His weapon would be love. His armor would be grace, and he would fear no one for he is held in the strong hands of his Father.
We need to look at our hands as a source for work, a gift of warmth in the hands of a child, a lover, a friend, and especially folded in prayer.
“May the outstretched hands of Jesus invite our hearts out of hiding, so that God’s grace beyond speaking may flow from his wounds into ours and out into the world. Amen.” (from Reverend David Miller, Naperville, IL, used by permission.)