...until I noticed his hands.
They were filthy.
He shouldn't be holding a baby with such dirty hands.
Sometimes we pray things that we don’t fully understand; I clearly remember mine …
“Lord, give me clean hands and a pure heart”
Today, while watching my brother’s hands, I understand why I prayed that.
I touch so many people in a day. Before I reach out, do I look at my hands?
Love compels me to turn them over and look closely. Are they dirty?
Christ in me wants to keep you clean. So I resist reaching out…
until I have gone to Him and He has washed my hands clean.
Whoa.
ReplyDeleteJust whoa.
That's all....
whoa.