I bumped into two friends unexpectedly on Wednesday, a day when I wasn't feeling crash hot. The hubster was away, the oven was broken and not going to be fixed til after Easter, I had plenty to do and had three kids in tow because of the school holidays. On the way home one of them rang me to say she had made us dinner. I was so touched and the words that popped to my mind were
she is being the hands and feet of Jesus to me.
The next morning, the other friend (who doesn't know the first) rang me to say that she was making me dinner that night so not to cook.
I was so overwhelmed by God's kindness, I cried.
As I cuddled Little Bun and Lillipilli on the sofa, I was aware of my own hands, of the sensation of touch, of being the hands and feel of Jesus to my children, to my husband, to those around me. Lillipilli's scarred arm caught my eye and I rubbed the train tracks where her plate was put in two years ago and then taken out again and I thought of that whole shared hospital experience.
I thought about how Jesus's hands are scarred for my sake, how when I see him face to face, I will see those scars, I'll touch them and I'll know exactly what he went through for me. I thought about how we are scarred by our life experiences, our hurts, our tragedies, our hardships, our griefs, our broken relationships and yet our scarred hands and feet are meant to carry Jesus's love to other people. His scars and our scars have symmetry and connection.
Our hands carry dinners to people struggling, they touch an arm in comfort, they give hugs, they tap words of encouragement, they enjoy tactile sensations and give thanks, they clap in appreciation, they fist pump with joy, they hold lovingly. Our feet carry good news, they go the extra mile, they run errands, they take us to visit people, they run to help. They bring light to the dark places.
My beautiful friend Rosy preached an amazing sermon on light last Sunday that you can listen to here. She started off by pointing out scientists have discovered that our human eyes can only see about 1/1000th of 1% of light that exists and that in Genesis it's recorded that God made light and plants before he made the sun, moon and stars, the places we think of as our only source of lights. She followed up by saying she had been chatting to God about this and here is the word that she felt God had said to her:
I am the light of life. There is no such thing as darkness when I am with you. It may appear dark but that's only because your vision is limited - my light is not. You see through a glass darkly; seem my face and you will glimpse the unseen. When you shine Me, people will see things in you that you don't see but they are there. You are the torch bearer; you are complete when you carry the light.
Matt 5:14 You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.
The interesting thing is that we can be light, be the hands and feet of Jesus to people who don't yet know him and people who are estranged from him can be the hands and feet of Jesus to us. I've been meditating on how messy life is recently and how we might have the way we think things should be done but God loves to do things backwards, upside down and topsy turvy and he still somehow manages to bring things right in the end.
Have a wonderful Good Friday celebration and a celebratory Easter Sunday!