My Hands and My Feet

A man got off the train. No hands and no feet. An amputee. I have both my hands and arms, both my feet and my legs. As I walk remembering vividly how he looks like and how he looked helped when indeed he isn’t, I look at my own hands and feet. I realize that I am the one who is helpless.

A gift that God gives us and something we should use for the good. This Holy Week, what do we do? What do I do? As we look down on our own hands and feet, is there something we can do for the least of our brothers? And what more can I give to the Lord?

 

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