HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.” Luke 24:39
It was just as if there could be no mistaking these blessed hands and feet. The disciples knew them much too well — about them there were a unique character and an unmatched glory — the hands which had never wearied giving and helping and ministering; the feet which had gone about continually doing good.
My soul, have you felt the touch of the Master’s health-imparting and peace-bequeathing hands so that now you must recognize them anywhere? Have you so often knelt at those blessed feet, so that you are better acquainted with them than any other feet in all the world?
But, when He came to these friends of His on the evening of His resurrection Sabbath, He showed them pierced hands and pierced feet — the rough nails had hurt and shamed them sorely, and had left their scars behind.
Surely I love to contemplate these nail-prints of my Lord!
They are the certificates of my redemption.
They are the pledges and proofs of my everlasting life.
With them, He has purchased my freedom.
With them, He has taken the prey from the mighty and has delivered the captive.
His wounding is my healing.
His sorrow is my salvation.