From the Pastor's Desk

Weekly thoughts and announcements from our Pastor, Fr. Tom Lewandowski.

A Mother's Hands!

My mother’s hands though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools used to reach out, grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler, I started to fall.  They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. She taught me to fold my hands in prayer.  Tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.  They dried my tears and caressed me. They wiped my tears when a loved one went off to war.  They have been dirty, scraped, swollen and bent.  They held my child.  They held her wedding band to show the world she was married and loved by someone special.  They wrote letters home.  They trembled and shook when she buried my grandparents and clasped my hand on my wedding day.  Yet they were strong and sure when they tilled the earth and lifted another’s burden.  They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook fists in anger when I didn’t understand.  They have covered my face, combed my hair and washed and cleaned me. They have been sticky, wet, bent, dried and raw.  And to this day when not much of anything works real well, my mother’s hands hold me up, lay me down and again continue to fold in prayer.  My mother’s hands are the mark of where she has been and the ruggedness of her life.  But more importantly, it will be these hands that God will reach out to and take when she is called home.  It will be her hands that will touch the face of Christ.  Author unknown