The Hands That Speak: The Ministry of Those Who Serve the Deaf

Based on a letter from Lewis McLain to Pastor Sam One Year Ago Today.

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Across sanctuaries, classrooms, and living rooms, there are remarkable people whose work often goes unnoticed yet speaks as loud as any sermon. They are the ones who serve the deaf — interpreters, teachers, and companions who translate not only words but compassion, joy, and the very movement of the Holy Spirit into a living language of hands and heart.

These servants of God live in a world where communication is not limited to sound but expanded by sight, rhythm, and spirit. Their hands become instruments of connection, conducting a symphony of faith that transcends the barriers of silence. In every gesture and facial expression, they proclaim that God’s voice cannot be confined to a single sense. They embody the truth that faith comes not only by hearing, but by believing — and by seeing love made visible.

Those who minister to the deaf practice a form of worship that requires complete presence. To interpret a sermon, a hymn, or a prayer is to listen deeply and respond with the whole body. It is worship in motion. Each word must be felt, understood, and then released through graceful precision. That requires more than technical skill — it takes empathy, reverence, and a heart completely surrendered to the Spirit.

Many of us in church may not realize that while we experience the service through sound, others around us are experiencing the same Spirit through light, touch, and motion. The same gospel is preached in two languages — voice and hand — yet both point to the same God who speaks to every heart.

A Living Example: My Church in McKinney

I have seen this truth with my own eyes. We often sit behind the deaf seating section. The Holy Spirit is all over, in, around, and through our church in McKinney. You can’t listen to the musicians play and the choir and worship leaders sing without being moved by the Holy Spirit. You can’t listen to Pastor Sam preach, or to any of our ministry staff speak, without feeling that the words of the Holy Spirit are flowing through them. The genuineness is visible.

There is no doubt in my heart — He’s real. He is a Spirit made tangible through our gifted leaders. Almost touchable, and certainly able to be breathed in.

But if there ever were a doubt, that doubt would disappear the moment you looked over at the Living Spirit working through the special people like Jenna Glory, signing for the deaf. They glow with a light not often seen in this world. They move with a rhythm that surpasses even the songs and words. It is God alive — vibrant, warm, and powerful.

A Conversation with Luella

Just yesterday, I sat next to a wonderful person named Luella Funderburg at an afternoon church gathering while we watched the Cowboys play. I asked her a few questions, and before long, I learned something extraordinary. She and her husband Ken drive in from Sherman, about thirty miles away. Their former church didn’t have a deaf ministry — but ours does.

Louella told me she teaches a Sunday school class for deaf members of our congregation, ranging from teenagers to senior adults. She even earned a college degree in ministering to the deaf. Truly amazing!

As she shared her story, I couldn’t help but see how her quiet faithfulness mirrors the Spirit I see every Sunday on the stage — hands alive with meaning, faces radiant with joy. Through her, and through all who serve like her, the Spirit continues to speak. The experience is a blessing. I was enriched by our conversation.

A Prayer of Gratitude

Lord, bless Your servants — Sam, Justin, Hollye, the choir, the musicians, and especially those wonderful signers who bring Your Word to life in ways that transcend hearing.

Thank You for people like Louella, who devote their lives to ensuring that every person, regardless of hearing, can feel Your presence fully.

Their ministry reminds me that worship is not limited to sound waves — it’s about Spirit waves. The Holy Spirit doesn’t just fill the air; He fills the heart.

Poem: “The Hands That Praise”

They do not shout, yet mountains move,
Their silence hums a holy groove.
Each motion breathes what words can’t say,
The gospel seen in hands that pray.

They catch the rhythm of unseen choirs,
Their fingers blaze like tongues of fire.
Each sign a psalm, each glance a hymn,
Each movement light, not shadow, dim.

For where we hear, they see the song,
And teach us where our hearts belong.
Through them, the Spirit softly sings,
With holy breath upon their wings.

O ministers whose hands reveal
The love no voice could e’er conceal,
May God renew your strength each day—
The world is blessed by what you say.