"A story is told that during the bombing of a city in World War II, a large statue of Jesus Christ was severely damaged. When the townspeople found the statue among the rubble, they mourned because it had been a beloved symbol of their faith and of God’s presence in their lives.
Experts were able to repair most of the statue, but its hands had been damaged so severely that they could not be restored. Some suggested that they hire a sculptor to make new hands, but others wanted to leave it as it was—a permanent reminder of the tragedy of war. Ultimately, the statue remained without hands. However, the people of the city added on the base of the statue of Jesus Christ a sign with these words: “You are my hands.”
...As we emulate His perfect example, our hands can become His hands; our eyes, His eyes; our heart, His heart."-- Dieter F. Uchdorf, April 2010, Apostle in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
The Good Shepherd. The Advocate.
My Best Friend.
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