A Most Critical Juncture

I heard a history professor say one time that every age tends to think of their age as a most critical and special time--never before has humankind faced the crisis or opportunities that now confront us. This brings to mind the line of a poem: “Christ has no hands but our hands.” Of course, there’s no stopping God. He is going to accomplish His will despite what we may or may not do. Nevertheless, from a human viewpoint I think it is most useful to consider the following poem as a mandate for considered action and the assumption of responsibility. There is, after all, a sense in which it simply holds true for our moment on life’s stage (the “today” when it is our turn to act).

Christ has no hands but our hands to do His work today

Christ has no hands but our hands to do His work today

He has no feet but our feet to lead men in the way

He has no tongue but our tongue to tell men how He died

He has no help but our help to bring them to His side.

We are the only Bible the careless world will read,

We are the sinner’s gospel; we are the scoffer’s creed;

We are the Lord’s last message, given in word and deed;

What if the type is crooked? What if the print is blurred?

What if our hands are busy with other work than His?

What if our feet are walking where sin’s allurement is?

What if our tongue is speaking of things His lips would spurn?

How can we hope to help Him or welcome His return?

—Annie Johnston Flint

Poem from (http://sermons.logos.com/submissions/3920-Christ-has-no-hands-but-our-hands-to-do-His-work-today#content=/submissions/3920)

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