Rebel-Jazrel Cavon

“My hands do not carry the calluses of carpentry, the symbols of salvation, and the power of creation. My feet have not been bathed in tears, walked the path alone, and supported the sins of humanity. My mouth does not speak the purity of truth, the forgiveness of souls, and the knowledge of eternity. My heart was not stilled, then beat again, Broken to make mankind whole, is not filled with the surety of my own self. Perfect is to carry through. I cannot redeem the sinner. But I can love him even in his guilt. I cannot raise the dead. But I can sit with the dying. I cannot heal the wounded. But I can listen to their cries. I cannot make whole body or spirit. But I can hold them in their brokenness. And in my flaws— I act as proxy Hands, feet, mouth, heart— I can be Even as He is. ”