Wednesday, September 21, 2005

I have no other hands than yours

The village was razed down by armed faggots, a child could be seen crying here, a mother trying to fetch food from the rations supplied there. Most buildings damaged and many rendered homeless. The scene looked like from a World War movie.

Unfortunately this was no movie, this was when the hostilities of the World War ll ended and a groupf of American soldiers were quartered in a bombed out ramshackle house in a German village.They soon began helping the villagers clear the rubble and repair the shattered homes.

The other bigger job was to renovate the ruined Church. Laboriously they set about repairing it. They patched up the crumbling walls and the collapsed roof.

Finally they began to rebuild the statue of Christ, putting together the shattered fragments. They did a marvellous job. But one thing marred the statue: it had no hands. Unable to find the marble hands, on of the soldiers wrote at the bottom of the statue of the handless deity: "I have no other hands than yours"

How very true. Folks let our Lords be addressed by different names, but dont despair, we have the Lords hands to protect us. May the Creator keep everyone in good spirits.

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