Behold My Hands
William Dixon lived in Brackenthwaite, England. His wife had died
and also his only son. One day he saw that the house of one of his neighbors was on fire.
Although the aged owner was rescued, her orphaned grandson was trapped in the blaze. Mr.
Dixon climbed an iron pipe on the side of the house and lowered the boy to safety. His
hand that held onto the pipe was badly burned.
Shortly after the fire, the grandmother died. The townspeople
wondered who would care for the boy. Two volunteers appeared before the town 
council. One was a father who had lost his son and would like to adopt the
orphan as his own. William Dixon was to speak next, but instead of saying anything, he
merely held up his scarred hand. When the vote was taken, the boy was given to him.
Dear friend, I am reminded of the great love of God, how that
though He was rich He chose to leave the ivory palaces of heaven to put on a human body
and to give His life for us who were perishing, headed for the 
everlasting fires of
hell. He did not die a glorious death, but a death reserved for the worst criminals. He
suffered the agony of hell for you and for me as He screamed out, My God, My God, why
has thou forsaken Me.
forgiveness of sin and life everlasting. And what is the proof of His loveBHe holds up His hands. Behold, My hands!
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8.
Can you refuse the love and merciful kindness of the Lord Jesus Christ, your Saviour?
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