Reuben stared at his mother ’s hands when she served him food. He had always done that. He felt like vomiting to see her leprosy- like gnarled hands with black and white scars. When there was no spoon she would take the rice with her hand and he had difficulty eating that rice. He hated her hugs and when she gave him bath. He did not want to be seen with her when his friends were around.
As he grew up the dirty sensation also grew but he never had the guts to tell mother his feeling. One day his disgust became overpowering and he decided to broach the subject. He wanted to be as gentle as possible and without hurting her, tell her not to serve him rice with her hand. Reuben was just six and no one ever told him anything about his mother’s hands.
Finally he mustered up enough courage to ask her, “Ma, what happened to your hands? Is it some disease or something?” His mother smiled. “I myself wanted to talk about it some day, son, because I noticed your face when I served you rice. Well, it happened like this. Before coming to this house we were living in a hut. You were a six month old baby.
I had put you to sleep and gone out to tend to the cattle. Suddenly I heard cries and came rushing to find our hut in flames. Many people had gathered around the hut throwing mud and water to put out the fire. I wanted to dash in and bring you out but people wouldn’t allow me. But somehow I managed to free myself from their clutches and stormed in. The mat you were sleeping in was just catching fire. You had got up in the heat and crying. I had to put out the flames before I could reach you. So with my hands I smothered the fire, took you up and rushed outside.
“Only after coming outside I noticed that my hands were badly burnt. But I was happy that you escaped the fire. I was taken to the hospital and treated. I had surgeries too. Thank God, my hands healed and I am able to still use them.”
By now, Reuben was crying. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He took his mother’s hands in his and kissed them. “Mummy, these are the loveliest pair of hands I have ever seen,” he said and hugged her. He showed her hands to his friends and told them the story behind the scars. His love for her took a giant leap.
This is exactly what Jesus did for us. His face, hands, feet and back were wounded and marred because He wanted to save us from hellfire. He deserves our wholehearted love!
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
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Reuben stared at his mother ’s hands when she served him food. He had always done that. He felt like vomiting to see her leprosy- like gnarled hands with black and white scars. When there was no spoon she would take the rice with her hand and he had difficulty eating that rice. He hated her hugs and when she gave him bath. He did not want to be seen with her when his friends were around.
As he grew up the dirty sensation also grew but he never had the guts to tell mother his feeling. One day his disgust became overpowering and he decided to broach the subject. He wanted to be as gentle as possible and without hurting her, tell her not to serve him rice with her hand. Reuben was just six and no one ever told him anything about his mother’s hands.
Finally he mustered up enough courage to ask her, “Ma, what happened to your hands? Is it some disease or something?” His mother smiled. “I myself wanted to talk about it some day, son, because I noticed your face when I served you rice. Well, it happened like this. Before coming to this house we were living in a hut. You were a six month old baby.
I had put you to sleep and gone out to tend to the cattle. Suddenly I heard cries and came rushing to find our hut in flames. Many people had gathered around the hut throwing mud and water to put out the fire. I wanted to dash in and bring you out but people wouldn’t allow me. But somehow I managed to free myself from their clutches and stormed in. The mat you were sleeping in was just catching fire. You had got up in the heat and crying. I had to put out the flames before I could reach you. So with my hands I smothered the fire, took you up and rushed outside.
“Only after coming outside I noticed that my hands were badly burnt. But I was happy that you escaped the fire. I was taken to the hospital and treated. I had surgeries too. Thank God, my hands healed and I am able to still use them.”
By now, Reuben was crying. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He took his mother’s hands in his and kissed them. “Mummy, these are the loveliest pair of hands I have ever seen,” he said and hugged her. He showed her hands to his friends and told them the story behind the scars. His love for her took a giant leap.
This is exactly what Jesus did for us. His face, hands, feet and back were wounded and marred because He wanted to save us from hellfire. He deserves our wholehearted love!
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
hq@bymonline.org
www.bymonline.org
Click here for more options
To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
Blessing Literature Centre
21/11 West Coovam River Road,
Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
+91-44-28450411, Mob:8806270699
blc@bymonline.org
