THE HANDS OF CHRIST
In a small French country village during World War II, there was a beautiful marble statue of Jesus with His hands outstretched before him, standing in the courtyard of a quaint little church. One day a bomb struck too close, and the statue was dismembered. After the battle was over and the enemy had passed through; the citizens of the village decided to find the pieces of their beloved statue and reconstruct it. It was no work of art by Michelangelo or Bernini, but it was a part of their lives, and they loved it just the same. And so they gathered the broken pieces and reassembled it. Even the scars on the body added to its beauty. But there was one problem. They were unable to find the hands of the statue. “A Christ without hands is no Christ at all,” someone lamented. “Hands with scars – yes. But what’s a Lord without hands? We need a new statue.”…
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