Jesus was on the verge of building a megachurch. The multitudes—thousands, perhaps more than ten thousand—were ready to make Him their king. But just when it looked like Jesus was about to fill the pews with hungry bellies, Jesus hit the brakes and said, “I’m not looking for consumer Christians; I’m looking for committed Christians. I’m not looking for bellies to fill; I’m looking for hungry hearts who want more than the world has to offer.”
As I meditated upon this account I started thinking about “those hands.” Does anyone know what I’m talking about when I say, “those hands”? I thank God for my mother, and for the hands that fed me and clothed me, and every once in a while, spanked me, but I’m not talking about my mother’s hands today. I’m talking about “those hands.” I thank God for doctors and for the many men and women who have helped me in my times of sickness or during surgery, but I’m not talking about the doctor’s hands today. I’m talking about “those hands.”
