Christ Has No Hands

A paraphrase from Fearfully and Wonderfully Made:

After the Second World War German students volunteered to help rebuild a cathedral in England, one of the many casualties of the Luftwaffe bombings. As the work progressed, debate broke out on how best to restore a large statue of Jesus with His arms outstretched. Careful patching could repair all damage to the statue except for the hands, which had been destroyed by bomb fragments. Should they attempt the delicate task of reshaping the hands? Finally the workers reached a decision that still stands today, the statue was fully repaired except for the hands. Formerly the unbroken statue had this inscription below it: "Come unto Me." Now the statue, minus the hands, bears this inscription:

Christ has no hands but ours.

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