This is a past entry on my other blog I've been thinking about again lately. It was originally written October 5th, 2003.
"I was thinking about hands today; about how very beautiful they are in their differing forms. Many girls I know have the loveliest, small and rounded hands, with shapely fingers and little wrists. Guys tend to be larger, more square and functional, oddly awkward on a young man and surprising in the old, because they are strong-looking and capable. Occasionally, a young man will have smaller hands, or in the case of my brother, long, narrow fingers. Mine are neither rounded nor square; they are simply functional, clever, sensative, thin and strong. I would not have them any other way, for they do what I wish and have trained them to do. But I was wondering about God; that is, what characteristic of His being that is reflected in our hands. What aspect of His personality, when translated into breathing matter, takes on these lithe, sturdy organs; the sight of the blind, the outreaching of the mind physically, the molders of our world? If we are made in His image there must be a reason beyond what I can see. I don't typically think about this facet of creation, but perhaps they are ours precisely because they are beautiful, in utility and in shape. God needs no other reason besides His glory."
Posted by phoenix at May 11, 2004 11:39 AM