Once in my childhood days, long gone and dead,
I saw a supper table being spread by busy hands and eagerly I said,
“May I bring the bread?”
Gently, reprovingly, a kind voice said,
“Are your hands clean?”
I could only bow my head.
I don’t know where that came from, except that my brother used it in one on his youth sermons at church when we were growing up. He was 16 or 17, I was 10 or 11. I guess that it had something to do with worthiness. But there must have been some Christian context.
Does Jesus judge my worthiness? My peers? Myself?
dispatch from the springs 