In the church of a small German village, a Christ of remarkable beauty and value was preserved. It was a crucified figure for which the villagers felt a deep devotion. Unfortunately, during World War II, a bomb blast tore off both arms.
At the end of the war, the inhabitants of the town considered restoring it, until someone suggested leaving it as it was: without arms. The proposal was accepted and an inscription was added that read: “You are now my arms.”.
In Milan, I frequently visit another church that houses a similar Christ. In this case, the wooden figure was left abandoned in an attic, where moths consumed its limbs; after the discovery, it was deemed advisable not to restore it.
A Christ without arms transmits a message that leaves no one indifferent: he embraces us even in his lack and invites us to embrace others. Jesus Christ needs us to continue his mission on earth.
