Hands

After a long, dormant slumber, I thought I might revive my old blog and share some things I have written.  Why not, right?  I've been asked to write for the past some odd months in a Spanish Catholic newspaper on Long Island (its a long story, but no its not in Spanish and I don't speak Spanish that well) so I thought of maybe sharing some of things I write for them here as well.  Kill two birds with one stone, you know?

Anyways, this is something I wrote back around the springtime to submit to an elderly priest who was trying to put a book together.  The book was supposed to consist of reflections given by seminarians on the priesthood, but it seems it may have been a project that never got off the ground.  Anyways he liked it so I hope you do too.  

 The priesthood is both enticing and overwhelming.  Sometimes I stop in certain moments and think about my hands.  I think about what they have done, both good and bad.  I think about the work I have used them for.  I think about the hands of people I have met throughout my whole life, people I have long known and those whom I have only met in passing.  Then I think about the hands of the priest, whose hands lift up broken humanity to God with the very hands of Jesus.  The same hands that lift Jesus in the Eucharist to the Father in the Mass.  The same hands that absolve and reconcile all things to Him.  I think of hands that help, hands that heal, hands meant for all God’s people. 

Peace and good,

Mike