Last month I was asked to give a lesson on service for the ladies at church. There is a General Conference talk from April 2010 given by Dieter F. Uchtdorf that I absolutely love and it became the perfect outline for my lesson. The talk opens with the following:
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.”
If we are His hands, should we not do the same?
I made some little cupcake handouts for the ladies in my class. If you follow me on Instagram, you saw me and my husband putting these together the night before- we made 80 of them! I would never do this many again! But aren’t they cute?
To transport them, we punched 2 holes along the tops of some clear plastic cups. Then we filled them with some conversation hearts (this lesson was the week before Valentine’s Day) and we placed the cupcake on top of the hearts. We covered the cupcake with an upside down cup (also with holes punched into the top sides) and tied each side with ribbon. This wasn’t hard, just time consuming when you’re making 80 of them!!
If you’d like to download the lesson outline I used with the quotes and the handouts, here are all the files:
Several years ago, I was in a class at church and one lady told the following story. I will paraphrase since I don’t know what her exact words were, but you’ll get the idea.
One day I was out running errands and I had this strong impression to stop by the home of a lady from my church. I didn’t know this lady very well, and I was really busy this day, so I fought the feeling and tried to brush it off. The feeling became stronger until I could not deny that I was being prompted to stop by and make sure everything was ok.
Certain that I would find her in some sort of emergency situation, and ready to help her with whatever she obviously needed help with right then and there, I went to her house and knocked on the door.
I was going to be in the right place at the right time and do something obviously heroic, right? I mean, the prompting was there and I am listening and acting on it.
I knocked again.
And there was no answer. In fact, there wasn’t anyone home.
I walked back to my car and felt silly. Why did I have such a strong feeling that I needed to stop by this woman’s house if she wasn’t even home? Was I just making up those feelings in my head?
And then I thought of something simple, yet profound that I hope to carry with me for the rest of my life. Perhaps today wasn’t the day that I was needed. Maybe this was a test to see how I would act when I felt His promptings so that God can use me when it matters most.
In closing, I used the following quote from President Uchtdorf:
As we contemplate with reverence and awe how our Savior embraces us, comforts us, and heals us, let us commit to become His hands, that others through us may feel His loving embrace.
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