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THE STORY BEHIND THE PICTURE OF THE PRAYING HANDS

Postby Angelwings » Mon Jul 04, 2011 11:27 am

Many of you would have seen the picture of The Praying Hands, which is present in many Christian homes, but would almost certainly not have heard the moving story behind this popular picture. Here is the story...


THE STORY BEHIND THE PICTURE OF THE PRAYING HANDS *Pray*

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg , lived a family with eighteen children.

Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.

Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of the elder children, Albrecht and Albert, had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg .

Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, 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."

Finally, Albert 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...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 glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush.

No, brother...for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, 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." *Pray*

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone! *hug*


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Re: THE STORY BEHIND THE PICTURE OF THE PRAYING HANDS

Postby Ann_is_Alive » Mon Jul 04, 2011 4:56 pm

Thank you Angelwings

You never know - God always knows - but you don't always know what and/or who will touch your heart just when you need it!

Just what I needed! :)

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Re: THE STORY BEHIND THE PICTURE OF THE PRAYING HANDS

Postby Christnundrconstruxn » Tue Jul 05, 2011 10:00 am

Thank you Angelwings!!
I must tell you I have a plate hanging in my kitchen with the praying hands and I will now always think of this story when I look at them.
When I seperated from my wife and moved into what I now call home I started to put up pictures throughout and when I was almost completely done I realized....I had Jesus in almost every room so I finished by doing just that, now when you go through my home you'll see He is in EVERY room of my home...and I wouldn't want it any other way!!

Also thought of a friend of mine that had the hands painted on his motorcycle and one of his stipulations to the painter was that the hands be those of a worker, so when he was done the hands had dirty fingernails and cuts and bruises, wait till I tell him that is the way they are supposed to be!!
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