Hands

Hands

He was looking at his hands.

A torn piece of cardboard announced his position in life.

It said, “I am homeless and need help, God bless you”.

His coat was dirty and ragged and all the warmth that he had.

A backpack lay on the ground beside him, possibly containing everything he owned.

He was leaning against the signpost, the sign said stop.

But the preacher, who preaches love and mercy, would not.

Hands

He was looking at his hands.

A torn piece of cardboard announced his want in life.

It said, “Homeless, I need help, God bless you”.

His hands were dirty and bare and empty.

I wonder, do you suppose he was thinking I wish I had work for these hands to do?

Maybe he was wishing for water to wash with or food to eat.

He was leaning against the signpost, the sign said stop.

But the preacher, who was busy doing church work, would not.

Hands

He was looking at his hands.

A torn piece of cardboard announced his prayer in life.

It said, “Homeless, need help, may God bless you.

He never looked up as the people drove by.

What was his greatest need? A bite of food, a drink of water, or just a phone call home?

Maybe God had placed him there for the preacher to help.

He was leaning against the signpost, the sign said stop.

But the preacher, who preaches about God’s Greatest commandment, would not.

Hands

I am looking at my hands.

A torn piece of cardboard convicts my soul.

It told me that the man was homeless and needed help. God forgive me.

I gripped the steering wheel and tried not to see him.

I rationalized that I am busy, and it is too dangerous, maybe he doesn’t really “need help.

But God said you, are My hands, but I pretended not to hear.

He was leaning against a signpost, the sign said Stop.

But the preacher, who preaches about the need to obey, did not.

May God have mercy on all who speak about love, but do not.

Douglas Huff

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Nothing But the Truth

The old man sat in a corner of the church enjoying the worship service. He was the best preacher and teacher in the church, but he seldom spoke anymore. He was old and he was tired so he had passed the baton to another generation. But in recent months, he had begun to be concerned about the things being taught to the congregation. The pure Gospel of Jesus Christ was being changed to appeal to a larger audience. Many were teaching that Jesus was not a real person and that He was not the only way to the Father. The old man determined he must speak out. He would tolerate nothing, but the truth.

With strength in his legs and firmness in his voice which he had not felt in months, he stood and began to speak. This is how his message began “That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, concerning the Word of life” Yes, the old man was John the beloved, the one whom Jesus loved. He was the last of the generation that had eaten fish with Jesus. He had leaned against the breast of the Master. He had watched the Savior die and he saw Him live again. He, the one whom Jesus loved, would never let the Lover of his soul be marginalized by any teaching that was not the truth.

John stood as a wall that was intolerant of false teachers. He proclaimed that Jesus is alive and we can walk with Him and talk with Him. He taught that the Son of God was the only one who could stand for us as an advocate before the Father. John knew that the Holy Spirit bore witness to the Truth. He also knew that the Antichrist had evil spirits speaking through many false prophets. John’s writings teach us, if we are children of God we will be obedient to God. And if we are obedient to God, we will tolerate nothing but the truth about the Savior .

Jesus is the one who was from the beginning. With my ears I have heard His voice and with my eyes I have seen his love. His breath has breathed life into my soul and His touch has guided my steps. Like John, I have been heartbroken when man made doctrines have guided people into hell. Now while many preachers are arguing the finer points of Calvinism and Arminianism, I have determined to know nothing but Christ and Him crucified. Jesus Christ is the living Savior. This is truth. I challenge all who hear and read these words. Stand on the Word of God, accept only the truth and nothing but the truth.

Douglas & Deborah Huff

From Down Where The Pavement Ends