Hand Prints

I was standing in church this evening down in the Youth Ministries area and noticed a mural on the wall (one of the many). It had a beautiful rendition of the world with a hand print and then a footprint with the versus of "We are His hands", "We are His feet". Anyway, as I stood listening to the speaker, my mind began to occasionally drift to the hand print so wonderfully portrayed on this wall. Eventually, I began to notice how nice a job the artist did to make it look as if a giant had in fact put his hand in paint and then put his huge hand print forever on the wall.

Have you ever looked at a hand print? One that's a perfect replica of yours, (either from paint, water, or what have you), and shows the little pressure areas? Think about your hand print; when you put your wet hand on a pavement, (or your painted hand on a piece of paper), you see a small space that originates from the small gap between the palm muscles, which eventually deviates to create a diamond-like shape in the center of the hand.

It's interesting, I thought, that our muscles and the basic pressure of our hands makes an almost perfect hole. More interesting still is the fact that, when a Christian thinks about it, our hand print is a constant reminder of Christ's sacrifice. His hands were pierced and when he came back, his testament to defeating death was for his disciples to feel the holes in his hands.

I don't know what brought about this sudden fascination with my hand, but I found myself looking at it for the remainder of the speech, not really paying attention. I feel bad about not fully conducting myself to the speaker, but I feel as if my mind wanders a bit too much anyway; at least my mind was in the right set - meaning that I was busy attributing a part of human anatomy that we use every day and yet don't even notice it's significance.

A random musing. Nothing more.

Think about it.