NaBloPoMo November 27th

Recently I walked by the church I attended as a child.

This statue has stood in front of the rectory all these years.

One Sunday when I was about 7 I noticed the hands were missing.

They had fallen victim to a game of stickball.

I remember asking the priest why Jesus’s hands were missing.

A few minutes later he preached a sermon about how we were all Jesus’s hands.

He mentioned me in the sermon, and that was a very exciting moment for a 7 year old.