Dear Missionary,

Have you ever thought about some of the great things that have happened in the history of the world?  For example, the first time fire was created was a huge step for human progression!  So were the invention of the wheel, the printing press, the industrial revolution, and landing on the moon!  Yet comparing the importance of these events with the coming of Christ is like comparing the light from small candles to the light of the sun!

Jesus Christ is the center of the all of the Missionary messages.  The Message of the Restoration is not so much about the restoration of a church organization as it is about the restoration of his gospel that gives us access to his atoning power.  The Plan of Salvation is not just a drawing on the board, but is a journey of transformation founded on Christ's atonement.  And, of course, the Gospel of Jesus Christ would consist of meaningless ordinances were it not for Him.

Jesus Christ is the savior of the world.  He has experienced the pains of every human that has ever existetd!  Because He has descended below all things, he has the power in his hands to lift us above all things.  In tribute for what Christ has done for me, I wrote this song about "The Master's Hands" :)

Here are the lyrics!

The Master’s Hands

The Master’s hands, so innocent, so undefiled

His mother smiled.

Those hands matured, as he became a carpenter:

Master of wood.

But would he know? That with those hands he’d shape my soul?

The Master’s hands.

A busy street, a blind man who could not see,

Against the wall.

As tears of pain fell from eyes like drops of rain.

The lonely man.

A gentle touch, from those hands wiped tears of shame;

His sight regained!

The Master’s hands are drawn, he holds the healing balm

The Master’s hands are worn, can’t you see the palms are torn?

The Master’s hands are drawn, he holds the healing balm.

The Master’s hands are worn, can’t you see the palms are torn?

The knuckles white, as he prayed with all his might

That lonely night.

Those humble hands, those humble hands were bound,

But he made no sound.

The wood once shaped by his hands became the place

He would hang.

And though once dead, the Master was resurrected

The Master’s Hands.

The Master’s hands are drawn, he holds the healing balm.

The Master’s hands are worn, can’t you see the palms are torn?

The Master’s hands are drawn, he holds the healing balm.

The Master’s hands are worn, can’t you see the palms are torn?

Those loving hands are still outstretched for…

Those loving hands are still outstretched for…

Those loving hands are still outstretched for…

Those loving hands are still outstretched for…

For you!

 

Remember who you are.  You are a Missionary of Jesus Christ

--Parker

p.s.  How have the Master's hands shaped your life?  Comment below!