Be My Feet and Be My Hands

Be my feet and be my hands
Be my feet and be my hands

My Two Poems

By Ger Sampson

I started to write these two poems last year during a workshop training on poetry writing in my ministry with asylum seekers. I thought of polishing it and sharing it here because writing these poems was memorable for me in that it led me to deeper reflection and to recall important events in my life. It also reminded to be thankful to God for the great privilege of serving Him in mission and the grace to say "Yes" to His invitation. Hopefully these poems give people a glimpse of what I do in mission trying to be feet and hands of Jesus for others.

 

Columban Lay Missionary Ger Clarke
Columban Lay Missionary Ger Clarke

Be My Feet

The poem I wrote entitled "My Feet," reminded me to be thankful for the gift of being able to walk again. When I was around seven years old, I woke up one morning and suddenly I could not walk. My feet up to my legs suddenly became painful whenever I tried to make some steps. Every day for several months, my father patiently carried me in his arms to the doctor every morning to have my injection of medicine. My mother prayed so hard and even made novenas to beg to God to make me walk again. God heard our prayer, and He made me walk again.

Thank you God that you made me walk again, and I was able to use it to reach out to others as You asked me and led me to mission following You.

Be My Hands

Recently I remembered one of God's messages to me in my final discernment retreat in Philippines prior to my coming here to the United Kingdom in 2010. The retreat was several days and on that day, I decided to stay and pray in my room. Usually rooms in retreat houses have a plain cross or crucifix (a cross with an image of Jesus nailed to the cross). I found one in my room, a crucifix on the wall. But then, when I looked at it closely, I was surprised to see a broken cross– the image of Jesus on my crucifix had no hands.

Then suddenly I remembered the story about a church with a broken crucifix. People who saw it asked the priest, "Father why doesn't our crucifix have hands?" The priest answered, "because Jesus is asking us to be His hands in reaching out to others." And so in a symbolic way, on that day, I believe Jesus said to me, "Be my hands."

Thank you God for inviting me in mission and the grace to allow You to use my hands in reaching out to others.
 

My Feet

My Feet
took me to places
I've never been before.

My Feet
took me to where
the needy people are.

My Feet
took me to pilgrimages
with my friend Jesus.

My Feet
took me to adventures
with God helping others.

My Feet
took me to a journey
continually challenging.

My Feet
took me to a road
unfolding, never ending.

My Hands

My Hands in mission
cooked so many dishes
for people to share in table fellowship,
hopefully it made others experience Jesus hospitality.

My Hands in mission
reached out to people in crisis
trying to bring comfort,
hopefully it made others feel Jesus healing.

My Hands in mission
wrote some articles
which made myself cry,
hopefully it made others see the needy in their hearts.

My Hands in mission
is constantly busy serving others,
welcoming, comforting, sharing, teaching...
hopefully it made others know my Loving Servant King.

 

Being the Hands and Feet of Jesus in Mission

I must admit that being the hands and feet of Jesus in mission is not always easy. Together with the bed of roses comes the thorns too. Together with the joy of mission comes also the tears. There are victories to celebrate, but there are also challenges to overcome. Looking at the life of Jesus, He undergoes the same thing, even He was not spared. He even suffered worse, so I tell myself I shouldn't complain. You should feel that you are not alone; God is always with you giving you the strength to bear everything and helping you to overcome every trial that comes your way. There is joy in knowing that you are doing the will of God.

Being the hands and feet of Jesus will take you on pilgrimages where things are unpredictable with turns and bends like going through a labyrinth–the path just unfolds in your eyes as you go through it, and sometimes it also seems endless. I think that no matter how long and challenging the path might be, if you trust in God and do not give up, and surrender things to Him–even at times when it is not easy and we can't always understand–the time will definitely come when you will reach the center destination where you will meet God at the core of your being, enjoying His peace that comes in trusting in His unconditional love and developing a deeper relationship with Him.

As Jesus said, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid." John 14:27

Columban lay missionary Ger Clarke provided this reflection.

Be my feet and be my handsColumban lay missionary Ger Clarke

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