Hands show the work you do. Farmers have dirt under their nails perpetually. Artists will always have paint on their hands. My neighbor is missing some fingers because of the work he used to do. A mom’s hands are often dry and cracked from all the handwashing. A boxer’s hands will show the effects of many broken fingers. A devotion writer’s hands, well, there’s nothing that really sets mine apart.
Jesus’ hands show the work he did too. When he visited the temple, Jesus’ hands unrolled the scrolls to read from the Scriptures. His hands embraced little children and infants. Jesus’ healing hands touched lepers and blind people and sick people. His hands handed out food to the disciples so thousands who had come out to listen to him share God’s words could eat. His hands broke bread and gave us the Lord’s Supper—telling us that it is his body and blood given for our forgiveness. He has scars where soldiers drove nails into his hands to hang him on a cross, finishing the work of buying you back from evil. Finally, “when he had led them out to the vicinity of Bethany, he lifted up his hands and blessed them” (Luke 24:50).
Now we get to be Jesus’ hands to the people around us. We get to pray for them, baptize them, open Scripture with them, and point them to the saving hands of Jesus. The hands that bless them too.