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B is for Carpenter

when i was in high school, i did (for a season) woodworking - part of the trilogy of evil (Technical Drawing, Woodworking, Metal Work). the first and the last i hated (especially metal work "practical", the theory was ok)... but WOODWORKING i loved.

made a towel rack.

that was fun actually.

the thing is that in woodworking, comes wood splints, cuts and the possibility of accidents.

the more you woodwork, the more your hand changes.

Jesus Had Rough Hands.

as i sent in a text to a friend of mine, "consider... Christ got the wood splinters before he was nailed to one. the man was a carpenter's son, imagine how much wood splinters and edges may have hurt him growing up."

the image an entire faith is based on is that of the cross and rightfully so. that was his mission. but people very rarely (i think) bother to look at or try to figure out all that surrounds The Man.
here was the Divine Son growing up in the care of his father Joseph (later called jonathan kent) a carpenter... a man who used his hands. it is more than logical that He too (Jesus) would've also created via carpentry.

calloused hands. nicked with wood splints, maybe the occasional accident... Human and yet... altogether Divine.

somehow that's comforting. Christ had rough hands. hands that weren't afraid of work.
iChuckle

pax

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  1. BriApril 14, 2010 at 8:48 AM

    I think it's quite lovely.
    Makes me not want idle hands.

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  2. tracy jApril 14, 2010 at 10:40 AM

    must needs to not be on facebook [me] iChuckle

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  3. bionic.freshApril 14, 2010 at 12:32 PM

    i also got this angle out of it: i was reminded that wat we go thru life prepares us for our purpose on Earth. (we've got another purpose which is ultimate ie.worship GOD) but i'm refering to the purpose on earth.

    wat we're going thru iz closely related to our purpose. i think of the pain of the wood splinters that damaged Jesus' hands and i think of the wooden cross that he wuz hung on.

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