The Carpenter's Love (Re-Post)
Thud, thud! Thud, thud, thud!
It’s the thudding sound of a hammer in a carpenter’s hand as he repeatedly slams it on the head of a nail. An awful sight to see and imagine how it resounds as you put yourself in the place of the blocks of wood. One could only wonder the extent of the pain that those blocks of wood are feeling as the nails–some rusty and dull–are driven through them.
Reality is that all of us do go through the same pain as the blocks of wood did. Consider each one of us as a structure wherein each block of wood represents every single detail of who we are. We just don’t understand why the carpenter seems to be harsh sometimes; painfully yanking and pulling out every nail that does not go straight through or smooths us with sand paper and a chisel.
Situations in our lives are like the nails, sand paper, and chisel; painfully driven, rubbed, and scraped into the very depths of our existence and the thudding echoes are heard throughout our being. Each of them shakes the foundation of our soul and at most occasions, leaves us totally different from what we were. The thudding and driving of nails might seem quite endless. Sometimes it lingers through the night until daybreak. But when the carpenter sees his job is done, the result is a masterpiece.
Know that the Great Carpenter experienced the hammer and the nails, and the rubbing and the scraping. And on two big blocks of splinter-laden wood, He hung on. He can prove that to you with a remarkable evidence for He made all things new.
The Great Carpenter’s love is seen on His nail-pierced hands and feet.
It’s the thudding sound of a hammer in a carpenter’s hand as he repeatedly slams it on the head of a nail. An awful sight to see and imagine how it resounds as you put yourself in the place of the blocks of wood. One could only wonder the extent of the pain that those blocks of wood are feeling as the nails–some rusty and dull–are driven through them.
Reality is that all of us do go through the same pain as the blocks of wood did. Consider each one of us as a structure wherein each block of wood represents every single detail of who we are. We just don’t understand why the carpenter seems to be harsh sometimes; painfully yanking and pulling out every nail that does not go straight through or smooths us with sand paper and a chisel.
Situations in our lives are like the nails, sand paper, and chisel; painfully driven, rubbed, and scraped into the very depths of our existence and the thudding echoes are heard throughout our being. Each of them shakes the foundation of our soul and at most occasions, leaves us totally different from what we were. The thudding and driving of nails might seem quite endless. Sometimes it lingers through the night until daybreak. But when the carpenter sees his job is done, the result is a masterpiece.
Know that the Great Carpenter experienced the hammer and the nails, and the rubbing and the scraping. And on two big blocks of splinter-laden wood, He hung on. He can prove that to you with a remarkable evidence for He made all things new.
The Great Carpenter’s love is seen on His nail-pierced hands and feet.
"It is finished!” exclaimed Him.
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