Little Ann sat on Mother’s lap chatting.
“Mom, I love your face very much; I love your eyes too, but I don’t like your hands …”
Mother looked at her hands and sighed once. Yes, those hands were ugly to look at. They were shriveled and full of red spots.
“Shall mommy tell you the story of those hands?”
Ineke loved stories and really sat down to listen for a while … a story about mom’s hands!
“Five years ago, when you were still in the crib, I once heard your little brother shout very loudly:“ help, help, come up quickly. ”As quickly as I could, I walked up the stairs and I saw a thick cloud of smoke coming out of the room where you lay in your crib.
Hank had played with matches close to your bed and your bed was already on fire. With my hands I beat the flames to extinguish the fire that was already close to you .
Luckily, you came off well and had no burns at all, but my hands had gotten bad burns and that’s why they are so ugly now … “
There was a moment of silence in the room. Then Ann very carefully took Mother’s hand and kissed it. She then said softly, “Mommy, I love your hands the most!”
Do you know that after the resurrection of Christ, it was so difficult for the disciple Thomas to believe that his Master was alive again? But when he sees the pierced hands of Jesus, he exclaims in adoration, “My Lord and my God.”
In Isaiah 58 we read: For our transgressions He was pierced … The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we are healed.
When we think deeply about those pierced hands of the Lord Jesus, do we also say along with the apostle John: We love him because he first loved us?
If we can say that, we’ll one day see those pierced hands of that Divine Lamb slain for our sins before God. Then we will sing a song of praise for ever to the glory of him who redeemed us.
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