Some time before I read the touching story
about Germen painter and
theorist Albrecht Durer 's
"Praying Hands" created
in 1508. I do not know is it a fiction or not, even though it is a
fiction the message of the story is
In 15th century in a tiny village near
Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children
. Eighteen! In order to feed them their father, a goldsmith
worked hard but still their condition was hopeless.
ese conditions, two of the elder children had a dream. They
both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they were well aware
their father would never be able send either of them to study at the
The boys worked out a plan that they would toss a coin. The
loser would go down into the nearby mines and work there, support
his brother while he attended the academy. Then when that brother
who won the toss completes his studies, he would support the other
brother at the academy.
They tossed a coin
on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht
Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg, his brother Albert
went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years,
financed his brother. Albrecht works at the academy excelled than
most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was
beginning to earn considerable fees for his works.
the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a
festive dinner to celebrate Albrecht's successes. After
the meal, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the
table said to his brother "And now, Albert, now it is your turn. Now
you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care
of you." All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end
of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale
face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he
sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."
rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long
table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to
his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to
Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look
what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in
every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have
been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I
cannot even hold a brush or pen to make delicate lines on canvas. No,
brother ...for me it is too late."
To pay homage to Albert for all
that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused
hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward.
He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world
almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and
renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands." More
than five centuries have passed now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of great works
hang in every great museum in the world, but we, like most
people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. You
may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office. That is nothing
other than "The Praying Hands."
The next time when you see a copy of that touching
it be your reminder, that no one - no one - - ever
makes it alone! Behind our every single achievement there is
somebody' s sacrifice. Even behind our salvation the
book of Corinthians says Jesus become poor to make us rich. I know, number of people sacrificed
their childhood dreams, ambitions for the sake of Gospel, and
become the servants of Jesus to make us rich in eternity.