We just went Sunday to see our new dining table. It is being handbuilt for us by a dear friend of my husband’s. A fellow Memorial Charger. Made by his own two hands. I guess you could say he is a carpenter.
It is a fine table. Sturdy as a rock. Made of several types of the finest genuine, solid woods.
I’ve never had the privilege of knowing a carpenter. Personally. Until Gary. I think it’s fascinating how he can build something with such craftsmanship as a table from scratch.
You know, we all should personally know another carpenter. One who also worked with his hands. Although he is best known for the healing touch he accomplished with his hands more than his fine wood craftsmanship. Only the gospel of Mark refers to him as a carpenter. The locals did not look highly upon him, thinking he was a common man living amongst them, of no greatness to be the son of God.
We know differently. He was and is the son of God. And this week we celebrate that more than any other time of year. Only the son of God could come to earth as a common man, a carpenter by trade, and die for our sins, crucified on a cross, and be resurrected to live for eternity with his father.
Let’s all give praises to that carpenter! The son of God. For he is alive. He lives in each one of us today through his holy spirit. The only one we should take offense with is he who doubts that.
And by the way, love the table, Gary! Awesome work! Can’t wait to sit down and break bread with my family around it!
Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, and brother of James and and Judas and Simon? Are not His sisters here with us?” And they took offense at Him. Mark 6:3
Love and laughter,