Each Sunday morning, my eyes scan the courtyard for Mr. Dave.
I find him holding the hand of his bride, Betsy, more than 50 years by his side. These days, Dave holds her hand for more than affection. She is his safety, his connection to the reality that Alzheimer’s disease is slowly stealing away.
I move toward them, my mission well-established. Every Sunday morning, I give Mr. Dave a good back scratch. The moment he feels my hand on his back, he smiles and melts into my touch, his far-away stare pulled back to the present for just a moment. I exchange knowing glances with Ms. Betsy, flirt a bit with Mr. Dave, and head on into the sanctuary to hand God my heart of worship.
A minute or two at most, that tender interaction touches a place in my heart nothing else can reach. It’s a way for me to love on my own daddy a thousand miles away in a nursing home bed. It allows me to help Ms. Betsy take care of her sweetheart, just a little. It gives me the opportunity to be the hands of Christ.
Jesus was a hands-on Savior. His touch made the leper clean, the blind see, and fear and fever flee.
Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to literally feel the touch of those hands?
So sweet it is to be His hands. To stroke the hair of a widowed friend who hasn’t been touched in so long. To rub lotion on my husband’s calloused hands. To dry the teardrop from my sister’s smooth cheek. To nestle up next to a hurting friend for a good listen. To wrap a student in my arms as she weeps over a lost pet.
Every day, if we quiet our cluttered minds and still our hurried steps, He will show us exactly who needs His tender touch. And He’ll see to it that we get our turn when only the touch of His hand will do. Look at your hands. Who was the last person He touched through you? Who will be next?
“Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.” Matthew 20:34
Here are my hands, Lord Jesus, they are Yours.
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Holley Gerth says
This is so beautiful. Yes, may we be His hands (and heart) today.
Aunt Venia says
I cried. So proud of you and your ability to write from the heart about your relationship with God.
Kim Sullivan says
Lee, I love this post! I am so encouraged and challenged to pay special attention today and forward in this regard. How many times have another’s hands been as Christ’s own to me? Sometimes, I get this. Most of the time, I see where I should have, could have been those hands on the backside of something. Thanks for the admonition to open up my eyes.
Thank you for this…God continues to show me He doesn’t need me to to do some ‘big’ project somewhere else but to just be His hands, feet, or mouth right where He has me today. I am seeking to be more sensitive to His leading in this way, right here in my community each day, even if it is just my unbelieving husband that He wants me to touch or minister to. I’m realizing that a lot of (what I think are) ‘little’ things can add up to a ‘big’ thing for God. My willingness to be obedient is the key. God Bless.
Beauitful post LeeBird. I have this dream of holidng a sign up that reads “Free Hugs” in a public place. The birth of my dream: I saw a music video a few years ago where the main actor in the video walked around giving random people, random hugs….. While the responses in the video made me laugh- they also made me want to try it. Then, one of my friends while she was visiting San Francisco took a picture of a guy holding a sign “Free Hugs.” 🙂
people need our ears, hearts, and touch.
What an honor that He chooses to use us in the process! Thank you God that you’ve chosen to use us as your hands and feet. Thanks for this beautiful post.
Tammy Nischan says
Thank you for your precious words! Just two weeks ago my husband, daughter, and I stood at the bedside of a 96 year-old man from our church who was in his last days of life. I’ll never forget his squeezing of my hand and his feeble, but oh so sweet, hug. I’m thankful for that memory, not just for me but for my 13 year old daughter whom he loved so much. He even had his son prop him up on pillows so he could give Olivia a “real hug.” I know she will remember that moment for the rest of her life.
We are called to be the hands and feet of Jesus, and I am thankful that you are exactly that for this precious couple at your church. Thank you for sharing your story with us. You made me smile!
Tammy (Your She Speaks Coffee-Line Friend!!) I love how God connects His children!
Thank you for this reminder of the importance of physical touch and how God can use us to bring much needed comfort, encouragement, and love to others simply through our touch. I’ve been the recipient and the giver and there is blessing in both.
Lee – Your ability to find the beauty in such a simple act speaks to all of us about the importance of making those connections. Keep writing and making connections with those around you. The impact is tremendous.
Thank you, Lee. What can I say!!!