Hands

Mother Teresa of Calcutta wrote of seeing how your life was going by examining your hands. Your hands tell you so much about what you've done. Were they clenched in anger? Were they grasping? For most of us, I think, they have been dealing acts of kindness. Maybe that is tending someone in need, making a meal, maybe writing at a keyboard, maybe writing by pen, maybe turning pages of a book, maybe dropping coins in a collection...who knows. Hands are very much involved in whatever we are doing, and if our passions take us to academic heights, the hands that turn the pages have surely done great work. If they take us to great practical heights, the hands that sewed the stitches, cooked the meal, fixed the engine or tyre, have surely done great work. If they take us to great spiritual heights, the hands that opened in prayer/meditation, lit the candles, the sage or whatever else you use, have surely done great work. If they take us to great heights of love, the hands that soothed the crying child, washed the feet, changed the bed, cleaned the sores, surely have done great work. If, at this time, our work is introspection, even the hands that lit the cigarette, made the coffee, poured the wine, switched on the music, have surely done great work. Better that than signed the war manifesto, or beat or bullied or hurt, or were clenched in desperation - wringing hands of fear,

There's a wonderful song by 'Jewel' called 'Hands'....rt in any way....Our hands really are great symbols of what we're about.

There's a wonderful song by 'Jewel' called Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all okay
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own...

...In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands