Greetings Dear Reader,
At seven years old, wielding my Grandfather’s checker-faced
framing hammer was nearly impossible. It
was both too heavy and too long. It was
the largest hammer on his wall so, it was the one I wanted to use. He gently explained that you always had to use
the right tool for the job. He also allowed
me to practice driving nails in a board with his smaller finishing hammer.
The Father, a piece of flying sheetrock and a thunderstorm
contrived to provide me with tools my size. That story, however, must be found in Sheetrock
on the Road if you wish to see it, Dear Reader. For now, I must focus on the tools a
carpenter uses. My Grandfather had one
of those peg-board walls where every tool had a hanging spot. It was outlined with the spots where the
tools hung.
When we would work wood together, he would take the time to
show me a new tool and how to use it. He
would explain the difference between the tool we were learning and others like
it. He talked about quality and
care. His instructions were loving but
also firm. He was the kind of man who
spoke about respecting the inventor of the tool by using it for its purpose. I also once saw him give away his favorite
plane to a man he thought needed it more than he did.
The Carpenter of Nazareth would also be one who respected
his tools and their purpose. He had fewer
tool choices. He would care for them because
it would be wrong not to do so. He
applied his skill with his tools to shape the wood to its intended
purpose. He was a boy and then a man who
plied a trade having learned to use his tools properly.
My tools are the keyboard, the blank page, and crafting worlds
Dear Reader. Whatever yours are, we can
use them well if we choose to do so. We
can employ the talents we have and use the right tools for the right job. We can choose to honor the things that allow
us to ply our trade and so honor the one who provided them for us. There is a place where an old chisel is lying
in the corner forgotten and rusted. It
is not my place to say what should be done with it.
My Grandfather would take that chisel and clean it with
something to remove the rust. He would carefully
restore it to its purpose. He would then
test it to see that it was fit for use.
Once he had cleaned and restored it he would make part of his own
collection or pass it on to someone who needed it.
The Carpenter does the same with us. He finds us where we are and restores us to
the state of usefulness with love and grace.
He hones and sharpens us. He
finds a place for us and never gives us away. We are designed for the use of shaping the Kingdom
that will come so that others can get a glimpse of it here and now. What tools are part of your trade Dear
Reader? How do you care for them?
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every
writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a
homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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Love when you said “He finds us where we are and restores us to the state of usefulness with love and grace.” A friend once told me, I always ere on the side of loving people, but God defaults to love loving everyone.
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