I was standing on the porch when I saw a small plastic crucifix on the
wall. Something was wrong! Some idiot had broken the hands off of
Jesus. I felt a ball of fiery anger growing in my chest. I noticed a poem
beside the damaged crucifix.
“As I knelt beneath
this crucifix and
prayed
Shocked, my Lord
had no hands that
swayed
I searched around;
I searched from roof to
ground
My Lord’s broken
hands could not be
found
Desperately, I cried
to my Lord on his glorious
seat
What should I do;
your crucifix seems so
incomplete
Deep in my heart, I
heard His soft reply
My son, wipe that
tear from your eye
If you will but
……heal the wounds of
those afflicted……care
fo r the po or and
infirmed ……give hope
to the ho peless
……reach out to the
weary ……clothe the
naked ……protect the
innocent
Do these things my
son and you will be
“my” hands.”
As I look around
Dumaguete City, I have
found the Lord’s hands
in many places.
There is Jack and
Penny Washington who
rescue orphan children
from the streets of
Dumaguete City. They
opened their hearts and
home to these waifs,
providing them a
chance to change their
destiny. Who knows,
maybe one day one of
them will be a doctor
who saves lives, or a
President who saves a
nation.
Michael and Joann
Feeney constantly seek
ways to share God’s
blessings with those less
fortunate. They give
mo ney to vario us
schools and orphanages.
Last week, they took
twenty-two children off
the city streets and gave
them a special day at
Twin Lakes. The children
swam, played
games and had all the
food they could eat. To
assure the children who
sell peanuts and other
items would not lose any
earnings, they made
sure they all took home
a day’s wages.
There is Santiago
Villarin and his “Rotary
Club of Dumaguete
North” brothers and sisters,
who have so many
programs to improve
the quality of life here in
Negros. It is hard to
keep track. This mixed
group of Filipino s,
Americans and Australians,
with their wives,
provide free medical
care and dental care to
remote villages.
The Alvet brothers,
Chuck and Joe, and
their lovely wives,
Zurraida and Celie, frequently
open their
homes to the entire
village.They often feed
between 200 and 350
guests. They also donated
over 2,000 books
to the local school library.
They sponsored a
school essay contest,
“How Can I Improve
My Country”, awarding
the winners cash prizes
and school supplies.
There is Diane Pool,
who opened her own
school. She educates local
children. She introduced
the children to photography,
computers, fi eld
trips and a variety of new
educational experiences.
She named the school,
“One Candle School”.
Diane brings a little light
into the darkness.
Susan Anal ou and
her sel fl ess dedicated
crew at GPRehab work
tirelessly to strengthen
the mind and bodies of
children whom fate has
challenged. They do not
see the crippled bodies;
they only see the brilliant
minds and loving hearts.
These warri ors of the
wheelchair build ramps
and open doors for the
chi ldren, gi ving them
productive lives and the
chance to excel.
As I l ook around
Oriental Negros, I see the
hands of Jesus working
hard in many places.
If you know of a
pai r of hands I have
missed, please tell me (kojak3238@yahoo.com). I want to inspire others
to join the Army of Jesus
and fight the war against
injustice and neglect. Remember,
there is always
room for one more pair
of good hands. Stop complaining
and start doing
something; be an “Everyday
Hero”.
I was standing on the porch when I saw a small plastic crucifix on the
wall. Something was wrong! Some idiot had broken the hands off of
Jesus. I felt a ball of fiery anger growing in my chest. I noticed a poem
beside the damaged crucifix.