I have heard a report of a residential home for cognitively challenged children where they have completely given up trying to keep a picture window free of fingerprints. The children, if not interrupted for activities of daily living, would spend hours each day with their fingers and noses pressed against the glass window. The reason they would give is one, that is so obvious to them that they wonder why anyone would ask. They would say they are watching for Jesus to come back.
In what position will he find my hands when He returns?
Will they be wrung in despair?
Will they be folded in prayer?
Will they be blistered from service?
Will they be pressed, with expectation of his coming, against whatever glass that hems me in?