Summary: We are Jesus ambassadors to others here on this earth. We are His hands and his feet to be a blessing to all those we come in contact with.
We Are His Hands
Michael Jordan is considered by some to be the greatest athlete of all time.
• He finished his star-studded career with an incredible performance.
• Time was winding down on the NBA championship game.
• The Chicago Bulls were down by one basket.
• The ball was passed to Jordan.
• Jordan made a fancy move to go around the defender.
• The defender was so bluffed that he fell to the floor.
• Jordan sets his sights on the basket and releases just as the buzzer sounds,
• Sinking a perfect 3-point shot,
• Winning the game and the championship.
For most of us, these are the kind of scenes we remember…
• slam-dunks taking off from the free-throw line,
• The fame, the popularity, the commercials, and championships.
• But today I’d like to share with you a story you might not have heard.
It involved a young boy by the name of Cornelius.
• Cornelius was a thin, extremely quiet boy.
• His mother and her boyfriend had tortured, abused and starved
• Cornelius and his four year old brother, Lattie.
• The police discovered the abuse in time to save Cornelius’ life,
• But it had been too late to save his 4-year old brother.
The two great loves in Cornelius’s life were reading and basketball.
• The newspaper reporter, who had been writing about the tragedy,
• Mentioned in one of his columns that Cornelius’ had a passion for basketball.
• Steve Schanwald, who was the vice president of the Chicago Bulls,
• Read the column and called the reporter.
• Though tickets to Bulls’ games were without exception sold out,
• Schanwald said that if Cornelius would like to come to a game
• He would be sure there were tickets available.
• The reporter took him to the game.
• And the following is the story from his perspective.
To every Chicago youngster who follows basketball, the stadium was a shrine.
• Think of where Cornelius once was,
• Locked up and tormented and hurt.
• And now he was in the stadium, about to see his first Bulls game.
• We walked down a stairway, until we were in a lower level hallway.
• Cornelius stood between us.
• Then a door opened and a man came out.
• Cornelius looked up,
• His eyes filled with a combination of wonder and awe and total disbelief.
• Cornelius tried to say something;
• His mouth was moving but no words would come out.
• He tried to speak and then the man helped him out by speaking first.
• “Hi, Cornelius,” the man said. “I’m Michael Jordan.”
• Jordan knelt down and spoke quietly with Cornelius.
• He made some jokes and told some stories about basketball and he didn’t rush.
• You have to understand—for a long time the only adults Cornelius had any contact with
• Were adults who wanted to hurt and humiliate him.
• And now Michael Jordan was saying, “