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By: Sarah Herrington on: June 4, 2014
Story Type: Story    

Hands and Feet


This week, I literally saw the hands and feet of Jesus.

I doubt.

I would have been Doubting Thomas back in Bible days.

Reader: But Sarah! You are a missionary! How can you doubt?!

I know! I am so close to perfect! I have almost no faults, but I am a doubter.

I know for a fact that God exists, because if He didn't, I surely would never have moved to middle-of-nowhere Guatemala.

But sometimes I doubt it all, and on those days I pray, "I do believe. Help me overcome my unbelief."

My faith is then renewed, and I am reminded of all of the mighty things God has done in my life and in the lives of the people I know and love.

This will be one of those weekends that God uses to remind me of Him — that He is, in fact, real.

This weekend, I saw the hands of Jesus working.

I saw the hands of Jesus rip out teeth that were rotting and decaying. I saw those hands taking the blood pressure of old women and young children, and then I saw those same hands folded in prayer when the blood pressure of an old woman was too high. I saw those hands working in a tiny room, with no lights and no air, filled with flies and gnats. I saw those hands wipe sweaty brows. I saw those hands wave at timid children as they entered this tiny dark room. I saw those hands work hard for 9 hours straight two days in a row.

This weekend, I saw the hands of Jesus working.

I also saw His feet.

I saw his feet running on a soccer field in 100 degree heat. I saw them walking down a rocky path through a village filled with poverty. I saw those feet sprinting as children were taught how to play basketball and follow through on their 3 point shots. I saw those feet walk over to a boy who needed to hear that he was special. I saw those feet walk back with the boy who was smiling because he had been told he could be somebody. I saw those feet as they carried the weight of a little girl who desperately wanted to be held and have her picture taken every five minutes. I saw those feet stretch as they balanced the body of one of the men who knelt down to pay attention to my son and love him well.

This weekend, I saw the feet of Jesus working.

So, on days when I doubt, I will look at these pictures, and I will see the hands and feet of Jesus. I will be reminded that He is real. He is the creator of the Universe, and He is alive and working through His people.

Sarah Herrington is a mid-term Camino missionary serving with her husband, John, in La Arenera, Guatemala. You can read her original post on her blog.

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