Friday, July 18, 2025

Daddy's Hands

 “People’s hands tell much about His work. Jesus’ hands reveal His redemptive work." ~ Zach. 13:6

Incredibly complex and versatile, each human hand features 29 joints, 123 ligaments, 35 muscles, and 27 bones, including an opposable thumb that allows manipulation and grasping. They carry more sensory receptors than any other part of the body.

Emerson put down her Human Physiology textbook for the night, poured herself a glass of wine, and relaxed for the first time in probably a week. Preparing for med school midterms was brutal.

She sat in her father’s decades-old recliner, not even noticing the stained and faded fabric. She caught herself thinking of Ray, who worked two jobs to help pay for her tuition after Mom passed away during her sophomore year. She pictured his hands folded silently in prayer.

Ray wasn’t a big man, but his hands were enormous, like two sledgehammers. They were strong, powerful hands; toughened and heavily calloused from years of construction work. Deeply tanned, they bore the noticeable imprint of hard work. And yet, when she thought of his hands, it wasn’t simply about their size and might that brought grateful tears.

As a kid, Emerson marveled that he could do things that required delicate skills with such large fingers, like fixing small toys, removing slivers, and tugging out baby teeth. Yet, when those massive hands carried her into the ER a few times, she appreciated their strength.

In a way, he showed emotion through his hands. They were welcoming and kind, yet also protective. His were not angry, hurtful hands, but hands that valued, guided, and deeply loved her. They were soft and kind when she cried but firm when she’d done wrong… always with love.

She followed his instructions for the best way to grasp a softball when pitching a ‘riser’ or ‘curve ball.’ She learned how to change a tire, fix a door handle, and rewire a light switch thanks to his hands. They were practical skills but also an opportunity to connect and bond with her Dad as they worked on projects together.

Now that he too had passed, she recalled how he grasped the responsibilities of raising a family and clutched his Christian obligations. Emerson longed for those embracing hands that could drain away the worries of the day and yet simultaneously set her free. His hands were never meant to be avoided but ones to be cherished, like those of Jesus – also a carpenter.

Jesus’ hands broke bread and fed multitudes. They once applied clay to a blind man’s eyes, touched lepers, healed the sick, washed the disciple’s feet, and held children in His arms. These were hands capable of reversing death’s grip. Most importantly, the hands of our Heavenly Father have reached out across time and space to embrace us with the love that only God can give.

Almighty Father, Your hands serve many purposes. Thank you for instructing, commanding, guiding, and warning us. We appreciate all You’ve given freely to us if we simply come by faith to the foot of the cross. Amen