Crossed Fingers

Crossed Fingers

To cross one's fingers is a hand gesture commonly used to wish for good luck, with roots in Christian prayers for protection by invoking the shape of the cross. The gesture is referred to by the common expression "keeping one's fingers crossed" or just "fingers crossed," meaning "let's hope for a good outcome". The gesture has also been historically used in order to allow believers to recognize one another during times of persecution.

Some people, mostly children, also use the gesture to excuse their telling of a white lie. This may have its roots in the belief that the power of the Christian cross might save one from being sent to hell for telling a lie.

This gesture is also used to express two people being close friends with the accompanying phrase, "They are like this".

Read more about Crossed FingersOrigin, Anecdotal Use

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Truce Term - Gestures
... in England and Wales children usually held up crossed fingers ... Sometimes crossing the fingers of both hands was required and occasionally the feet as well ... whilst in Bradford-on-Avon the hand was held up with three fingers extended ...
Crossed Fingers - Anecdotal Use
... In 16th century England, people crossed fingers or made the sign of the cross in order to ward off evil, as well as when people coughed or sneezed ... and Popular Superstitions by Francis Grose records the recommendation to keep one's fingers crossed until one sees a dog to avert the bad luck attracted by walking under a ladder ... In pop culture, crossing one's fingers while promising or taking an oath, signifies that the person is lying, therefore the statement, promise or oath is annuled ...

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