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Friday, May 27, 2011

clean hands

Benjamin reached for the baby. Fresh in from working, he bounced him on his knee. It was a sweet picture…

...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.  

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