The Hands of Christ

I have been reading a book Donna lent me by Anne Graham Lotz called 'Just Give Me Jesus' and she was talking about the hands of Christ being bound by the soldiers in the Garden of Gethsemane. That image has been planted in my mind and I have been mulling it over. I have this beautiful picture of Christ’s hands bound together with leather at the wrists and spread palms up in a way that is beseeching and an offering. These hands were not soft, gentle hands but the calloused, roughened hands of a labourer, a stone worker and carpenter. These were the hands belonging to the Creator of you and I and all that we see around us. These were the hands that gently spread mud on a blind man’s' eyes and healed them. These were the hands that scooped up children and placed them on his lap, lovingly speaking to them. These hands gave a son back to his grieving mother. These hands were bound, wrenched, forced to carry a rough hewn cross and had spikes driven through them for us. Think about that. Not only had these hands been innocent and loving during their time on earth but they were the hands of God incarnate! And he offered them up for us! Beautiful hands of a Saviour, rough, bloody and bound. However they are no longer bound but are now offered in intercessory prayer for us who believe and offered in love to those who are lost and suffering in the darkness of this world. Oh Lord, thank you for your saving hands.