Sunday, February 12, 2012
(Cross posted from RevGalBlogPals)
Our homilist talked about incarnation, God walking among us, as us, touching us as we ourselves touch each other, touching us as we cannot or will not. Jesus touched a leper, an unthinkable act.
I love the lines in this song, which we used to as our opening hymn, about Christ's hands and presence:
Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
Whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe...
Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
Your hands swift to welcome, Your arms to embrace...
Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
Whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm...
Where are we balm, when do we reach out to touch what the world considers untouchable?