I love hands.  So much of Scripture is about hands – hands that create, that work, that cover to protect and to fight.  We are held in our parents hands at birth and our own hands are held by our children and loved ones when we leave.  Hands hold and they let go.  Hands open and they close. Hands say hello and they say good-bye.  We wear on our hands our constant reminder of fidelity and commitment.  From childhood we are taught to fold our hands to pray and open our hands to bless. We give them and we lend them.   Hands are beautiful and smooth.  They are rough and…