Note to self
There is something special about watching a skilled workman. I am sure as people passed by they caught a glimpse of Jesus working through the open door of the carpentry shop. Did carpenters talk to fishermen? The remnants of the days work would lie chiseled on the floor. What did father and son make today? I prefer to imagine it was useful tools, handles, and boxes, perhaps a bucket or two.
I have watched the tiles go up on the wall today, every tile is slightly different and they must be positioned slightly off so that they appear uniform. I feel slightly off too, positioned exactly for the purpose of his Divine will. Not off in a linear sense but like the wall an open plane on which to map out the design, crack by crack. It is the careful spacing of the tiles that makes the pattern appear perfect.
I like having craftsmen around.
No comments:
Post a Comment