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HIS OPEN HAND

I cannot form a mental image of Jesus in any setting in which he has closed hands. I SEE HIS OPEN HAND GENEROUS   baskets of food left after the multitude was fed. KIND  reaching out as he says, “Arise and … Continue reading

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YOUR SCARS, MY DISCIPLINE

I don’t need to see the scars for my doubts, Lord, as much as I do for my discipline.  I get so lax and lazy. Even then, You reach to me. I see the hands – I see the scars, … Continue reading

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