Good morning to everyone. Grace and peace be with you.
This morning I would like to tell you a story that heard. It raised my eyebrows for sure.
A man was walking through the park on day and ran across an elderly man sitting on a bench. The elderly man seemed to be staring into the abyss when the first man took interest and sat down beside him. A conversation sparked when the younger man inquired if elder was all right. The chatted for a moment and then when it was about to end, the elder asked the younger … “Have you ever looked at your hands?” Perplexed, the younger looked at his hands carefully. First looking at the palms, then tops, the sides, and even each fingers. The younger was puzzled at the inquiry and after searching his hands for clues of what the elder was getting at, finally stated, ‘Not really until now. Why?’ The elder proceeded to tell the younger about his hands and how important the hands are to remembering your life, your blessings, your sorrows, and your God.
The elder began, “Your hands, son, are involved in most everything you do. As I look at my hands, I see the callouses from labored work. I see tenderness of hugs given. I see truth in a firm handshake of a promise kept. When I look at my hands I see a cup of coffee in the morning. I see the caress of my wife’s face. I see the embedded dirt of outdoor activities. I see my kids as we learned new things, and when I held them each time. My hands have fed me, bathed me, wiped my tears. My hands have pulled up my boots, fastened my trousers, my jackets, and my shirts. My hands have tied my ties and brushed my hair and teeth. They are instrumental tools in my life. My hands have pushed me up off the ground and broken my fall many times. But, son, with all those things my hands have done, the most important thing they have done is brought me closer to God when I fold them in prayer or when I go to visit Him in his Word.
This is the story that my pastor told during his sermon yesterday. Mind you it is slightly paraphrased because I do not have a photographic memory, however, the meaning is definitely there. As I was listening to him speak, I was discovering my own hands; seemingly for the first time. When we break down our thoughts like this older gentleman did with his hands, we become so much more important to the building of the Kingdom of God. Sometimes we think that we are but one person and what good does one person really do … but think about how much the hands do … even if you only have one hand, you still manage it all. We are the hands of Christ. We are the church. We are the farmers planting the seeds. We are His hands.
It only takes one seed to be planted to change a person’s life forever. Be the farmer. Plant the seeds.
Be blessed today my friends.
*** Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. – 1 John 3:18
*** But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and forever! Amen. – 2 Peter 3:18
This morning I would like to tell you a story that heard. It raised my eyebrows for sure.
A man was walking through the park on day and ran across an elderly man sitting on a bench. The elderly man seemed to be staring into the abyss when the first man took interest and sat down beside him. A conversation sparked when the younger man inquired if elder was all right. The chatted for a moment and then when it was about to end, the elder asked the younger … “Have you ever looked at your hands?” Perplexed, the younger looked at his hands carefully. First looking at the palms, then tops, the sides, and even each fingers. The younger was puzzled at the inquiry and after searching his hands for clues of what the elder was getting at, finally stated, ‘Not really until now. Why?’ The elder proceeded to tell the younger about his hands and how important the hands are to remembering your life, your blessings, your sorrows, and your God.
The elder began, “Your hands, son, are involved in most everything you do. As I look at my hands, I see the callouses from labored work. I see tenderness of hugs given. I see truth in a firm handshake of a promise kept. When I look at my hands I see a cup of coffee in the morning. I see the caress of my wife’s face. I see the embedded dirt of outdoor activities. I see my kids as we learned new things, and when I held them each time. My hands have fed me, bathed me, wiped my tears. My hands have pulled up my boots, fastened my trousers, my jackets, and my shirts. My hands have tied my ties and brushed my hair and teeth. They are instrumental tools in my life. My hands have pushed me up off the ground and broken my fall many times. But, son, with all those things my hands have done, the most important thing they have done is brought me closer to God when I fold them in prayer or when I go to visit Him in his Word.
This is the story that my pastor told during his sermon yesterday. Mind you it is slightly paraphrased because I do not have a photographic memory, however, the meaning is definitely there. As I was listening to him speak, I was discovering my own hands; seemingly for the first time. When we break down our thoughts like this older gentleman did with his hands, we become so much more important to the building of the Kingdom of God. Sometimes we think that we are but one person and what good does one person really do … but think about how much the hands do … even if you only have one hand, you still manage it all. We are the hands of Christ. We are the church. We are the farmers planting the seeds. We are His hands.
It only takes one seed to be planted to change a person’s life forever. Be the farmer. Plant the seeds.
Be blessed today my friends.
*** Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. – 1 John 3:18
*** But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and forever! Amen. – 2 Peter 3:18
Good morning to everyone. Grace and peace be with you.
This morning I would like to tell you a story that heard. It raised my eyebrows for sure.
A man was walking through the park on day and ran across an elderly man sitting on a bench. The elderly man seemed to be staring into the abyss when the first man took interest and sat down beside him. A conversation sparked when the younger man inquired if elder was all right. The chatted for a moment and then when it was about to end, the elder asked the younger … “Have you ever looked at your hands?” Perplexed, the younger looked at his hands carefully. First looking at the palms, then tops, the sides, and even each fingers. The younger was puzzled at the inquiry and after searching his hands for clues of what the elder was getting at, finally stated, ‘Not really until now. Why?’ The elder proceeded to tell the younger about his hands and how important the hands are to remembering your life, your blessings, your sorrows, and your God.
The elder began, “Your hands, son, are involved in most everything you do. As I look at my hands, I see the callouses from labored work. I see tenderness of hugs given. I see truth in a firm handshake of a promise kept. When I look at my hands I see a cup of coffee in the morning. I see the caress of my wife’s face. I see the embedded dirt of outdoor activities. I see my kids as we learned new things, and when I held them each time. My hands have fed me, bathed me, wiped my tears. My hands have pulled up my boots, fastened my trousers, my jackets, and my shirts. My hands have tied my ties and brushed my hair and teeth. They are instrumental tools in my life. My hands have pushed me up off the ground and broken my fall many times. But, son, with all those things my hands have done, the most important thing they have done is brought me closer to God when I fold them in prayer or when I go to visit Him in his Word.
This is the story that my pastor told during his sermon yesterday. Mind you it is slightly paraphrased because I do not have a photographic memory, however, the meaning is definitely there. As I was listening to him speak, I was discovering my own hands; seemingly for the first time. When we break down our thoughts like this older gentleman did with his hands, we become so much more important to the building of the Kingdom of God. Sometimes we think that we are but one person and what good does one person really do … but think about how much the hands do … even if you only have one hand, you still manage it all. We are the hands of Christ. We are the church. We are the farmers planting the seeds. We are His hands.
It only takes one seed to be planted to change a person’s life forever. Be the farmer. Plant the seeds.
Be blessed today my friends.
*** Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. – 1 John 3:18
*** But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and forever! Amen. – 2 Peter 3:18
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