“Have you ever considered eating a challenge?” I ask looking up from my plate, totally interrupting Mom and Dad’s conversation. We were having bean burritos. Like any other dinner, I was making a mess—but this was close to catastrophy. “Maybe next time I should just eat beans with a spoon,” I add as I wipe my face and hands with yet another napkin. Looking helplessly back down at my food, I sigh and end, “I can’t figure out which is the open or closed tortilla to pick up.” Dad reaches over and hands me the correct end…I get about three more bites in before it falls apart. Another napkin and scrub from a wet dishcloth, I was finished.
A little later that night, I was sitting at tbe dining room table, with a few large piles of books in front of me…the last of books to send, as the remaining few on my bookshelf are special or for my family to enjoy. I was having problems grouping some of the titles, so I leaned back in my chair to think.
Out of no-where, Audio Adrenaline’s song, “Hands and Feet,” comes to memory. Forgetting the books, momentarily, I pull my hands up—palms facing me—and stare at the feeble, curled fingers.
It wasn’t until the next evening that I contemplated more on the lyrics…why this song?
I still am not certain, but many thoughts came to mind—especially as Easter approaches. At the Last Supper, Jesus became like that of a servant and washed His disciples’ feet.
I see the hands and feet of Jesus each day by those around me, who sacrifice their time and energy to meet my needs…but I will never be able to serve again as they do.
Hands and Feet–I am still seeking mine in this new state of dependency…for when I sing the lyrics, “I will go where you send me,” I want to mean it with my whole heart. So I look to Jesus—whose hands performed miracles and feet walked on water—were nailed to the cross bearing the weight of the world and bringing salvation. And when my body can no longer go on its own, He will continue to carry me to the end.