It seems I
am always under construction, being fixed, needing repairs...oh-oh, there she
goes again! I am God’s construction site...truly;
He’s not finished with me yet.
I have just read
a cute magazine article about a young woman who learned from her parents a
myriad of fixing and making things better.
Doing and knowing, learning and experiencing. She talked about building and repairing. What got me was that she knew how to
countersink a screw.
I can’t do
that...well, yes I can. I know the names
of most tools and I have an understanding of what they are used for. I can fix a lot of things; ask my daughters,
my mom, ask my Dad. Ask my friend Teresa,
she bought one of my homes, she can certainly attest to some of my repair
jobs...truly, don’t ask Teresa.
There are
some jobs I am not proud of although they always served the purpose in a time
of need, more like a time of ‘how can I do this now!’ Lots of my fixes were innovative and inventive
and imaginative but not often by the book. I can do most repairs, my Dad trusts that I can do it, my son and my
son-in-laws believe that I can and John almost always let me do it.
John was not
really into home repair, although he was attempting it, we were half way into
renovating our home when he got sick. He was trying, learning, doing. No, John was a road construction man, he knew
straight lines, levels, slopes and grades, he understood them, and even though
he told me often enough that he was getting tired of it, I knew he loved it.
Not that
long ago I drove over the Port Man Bridge, through the impressive web of bridge
building construction. Although on that
day, all the equipment was still, sitting alone in the places where men left
them, cranes, loaders, graders...all the
road building equipment that reminded me of John... still, quiet.
I felt like stopping right there, parking my car, getting out...truly, taking it in.
Reaching high, high, above were lengths and lengths
of steel cable linking to steel towers poured with cement reinforced and held
fast with more steel. It was
impressive. It was beautiful. In the background of this world of Man’s
construction was God’s construction.
Amazingly beautiful; mountains, steel blue, cold, fresh snow capped. The sky, intense, bright, bright blue. The clouds, fluffy, white, light. I was struck by the contrast and the
comparison of mans cold steel world with God’s natural world; both strong, both massive, both bold.
The work
that man can accomplish and the work that God creates, seen at once. It was
altogether beautiful.
Truly, it is
a beautiful world.
"... looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God."
Hebrews 11:10
