With one of my small boys, I looked at a picture of Jesus on the cross, and my boy said, "daddy, they nailed Him to the cross, right through His hands they nailed him. “ yes, they nailed Him to the cross, through the palm of His hands, and blood ran from the wounds in those hands and they left him there to die. And I've thought…those hands…those gentle, miraculous, loving hands…those hands which did so much in such a few short years on earth… those hands that were forever extended in fellowship to those who worshiped Him…in forgiveness for those who hated Him…and help for those who needed Him, and in love even for those who crucified Him. Those tender hands that lifted little children to His lap…those hands that broke bread and poured wine with the poor and wretched…those hands that gently touched the blind man so he could see again…the hands that lifted the lame and the crippled so that they may walk again…those willing…miraculous hands of Jesus of Nazareth… the hands through which they drove the spikes as they nailed him to the cross. And I thought…as we looked at the picture of Jesus on the cross… are not those hands extend today… offering peace and love and hope and tranquility and forgiveness for those who will but reach out and grasp them.
Yes… Jesus must surely have been the son of God to extend even today, those merciful hands through which they drove the spikes on that cross so many, many years ago.
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