Within the millions of patents
issued by the US Patent office, it is still unlikely that anyone has patented a
ramjet powered, hydraulically operated, computer controlled communion
dispenser. It is unlikely that anyone ever will; and even less likely
that anyone would build it, let alone buy it. Even in the largest of
churches, communion is given by hand.
Hands; human hands are the tools
which bring the Bread of Life to the Christian.
of those hands are worker’s hands—rough, callused in places of wear, belonging
to men whose lives and livelihoods are a matter of touch. Reality is
something you must be able to touch, even if it is only in symbols. The
hands that fix the pipes, build the houses or drive the trucks are fit to bring
the real Christ to His people.
of those hands are thinker’s hands—hands with little wear and tear, but minds
which were built by God to comprehend what is meant in the Lord’s Supper.
Deep are the depths of the human mind; no match for the infinite deeps of the
mind of God. They cannot know everything, but what they can know, they
must know. These hands, too, know sacred things when they touch them.
alas, are careless hands—hands belonging to those who appear to be pious
enough, but harbor within their hearts a callous not found on their
hands. Would that it was on their hands! We cannot know these
immediately; but by their fruits, in time, they shall be revealed.
Hands, human hands; four fingers
and an opposable thumb. The same hands that work in the factory, store or
office are allowed to handle the most sacred of things: the body and
blood of Christ. For does He not say, “This is My body; this is My
blood?” Hands and holiness seem completely linked:
hands we consecrate those whose lives are a service to our Lord. By the
laying on of hands we confirm, our spirits with the Holy Spirit, that the one
so consecrated goes forth with our blessing—and accountability.
hands we bless, whether it is a blessing of infants held in our hands, a bag of
groceries carried by hand or merely the hand of welcome—our hands do the work.
lifted hands we praise the Lord, whatever the tempo of the song. We are
to “lift up holy hands to Him.”
There is more. At the Last
Supper, holy hands broke the bread, calling it His body. We know
that. But do we remember the greatest use of hands—as a witness.
For Christ, appearing to Thomas, invited him to put his fingers in the holes
where the nails had held Him to the Cross. So when you look down at your
hands as you partake in Communion, remember the hands pierced and nailed to the
cruel cross—nailed, for you, and for me.