Being His Hands And Feet By Sharon K Connell
I’m not a preacher, but when I graduated from Bible school, one of my fellow students reminded me we’re all preachers in one way or another. Standing behind the pulpit in our church where we held the ceremony, I began my speech. I was nervous. This was the same pulpit where, normally, I sang specials for services behind this microphone. Singing in front of a hundred or so people gave me cause for nerves as it was, but to talk without working out a program or planning what I was going to say? An entirely different situation. Still, I did the same thing I did just before I sang. I prayed. The nerves left. They usually did until I was going back to my seat.
When you started to serve our Lord Jesus Christ, did you ever think of what you were actually doing? Yes, you became a servant. You are hopefully doing His will. But did you ever think of it as being His Hands and Feet? Psalm 8:3-6 says,
“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet:” (KJV) God doesn’t walk the earth as He once did. He’s given us the work to do. So, what are you doing with those hands and feet? Think about the honor of being in His place. We were reminded last month that those hands and feet had nails driven through them. And for what purpose? To pay for our sins. Big and small sins. Jesus paid for it all. Those precious Hands and Feet. 60 | M AG A Z I N E N A M E PAGE 3 59
As I gave my unwritten, unrehearsed speech, I mentioned having taken the Greek and Hebrew classes, although they were not required of women students any more than the preaching classes. I decided to add a little joke at this point and said, “I guess God didn’t feel we women needed to learn how to preach.” My fellow student stood and shouted, “Preach it, sister.” Yes, I turned ten shades of red that day. I told you this story to say this—yes, we all do preach. We may not stand in a pulpit to do so, but our words and actions preach every day. Where our feet take us and the people we meet each day who see our actions and hear our words are being preached to. The touch of our hands when we help our spouses or children, or anyone else we care for, is preaching a message to them. We are reaching those people by using the hands and feet God gave us. Being a writer, I reach so many people with my stories, my newsletter, the writers’ and readers’ group forum I started, the writer’s groups I’m a member of, and the advertising groups I use. Every one of those platforms besides the friends and family I’m in contact with. Before the pandemic, I ventured out in the community and met many strangers with whom I’d strike up a conversation. Someday, I hope that will be the case again.
