Every Thursday, the Farmer does his ‘walk around’.
He walks around the sanctuary, the hall,
the parking lot, tree pits and flower beds
checking for weeds, broken branches and trash,
diligently as a good steward of the church property.
Good Morning
Like as a father pitieth his children,
so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.
For he knoweth our frame;
he remembereth that we are dust.
Psalm 103:13-14
If the village house in Nazareth
which they show tourists nowadays is anything
like the one where the little boy Jesus lived,
it was not much to speak of,
by comparison with the ivory palaces He had left.
He at whose word creation sprang into being
was subject to the word of His mother Mary.
He whose hands had made the worlds
learned obedience in a dusty carpenter shop.
When Joseph showed Him how to use a tool,
did he hold the little hands in his and say,
“Like this, Hold it this way”?
The boy had to learn.
He did not make tables and benches by divine fiat.
He made them with tools held in human hands.
He had to lean the skills,
learn to be thorough, dependable, prompt, faithful
If He was ever tempted to cut corners.
He did not yield to the temptation. . . .
Surely He was gracious with the customers.
He grew “in favor with God and man.”
The cheerful acceptance of humble work,
the small testings of any boy’s home life were a part of His preparation
for the great testings of His public years,
a part of the road which led Him to the cross.
Elisabeth Elliot ~~ The Path of Loneliness
Let us accept our preparation . . .Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie
Thoughts of Grace 