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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: fathers (06/06/05)

TITLE: Two carpenters
By geraldine witcher
06/09/05


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Two carpenters
Jesus had a childhood like mine. He sat in the workshop and breathed in the fresh smell of planed wood, like I did. He wondered at the smooth feel of shavings, delighted in their flexibility, marvelled at their patterning, like I did. He, like me, felt the softness of sawdust, smelt the oil sharpening the plane blade, inhaled the smell of wood glue cooking. And he learned, as I did, what tool did what; which one smoothed, which one cut, which bored holes, which carved. He experienced, like me, the beauty and variety of wood – the rich dark red of mahogany, the soft gold of pine, the pale almost shiny texture of beech wood. He saw the love with which his father worked the wood, as I did as I watched my dad. Daily he used the articles he had watched his father make with such care and patience. Did he, like me, sleep in a bed hand carved with love? Did he, too, use bowls his father had fashioned? Did he learn to love again as a child, the wood he made with love at the time of creation, by seeing his human father’s joy in it, as I watched mine and knew I shared the love he had? Jesus had a childhood like mine – for him sitting in the workshop, watching his father’s strong hands shaping a block of wood into a thing of beauty and usefulness, was a place of peace and contentment. I knew that joy too. Thank you, Lord, and thank you, Dad, for this shared experience.


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Shari Armstrong 06/13/05
A very nice comparison. Very few people get to experience that kind of childhood.
Sally Hanan06/13/05
Thank-you for giving us a little insight into Jesus' childhood.
Tesiri Moweta06/14/05
Ah...thank you for sharing this shared experience.
darlene hight06/15/05
Thank you for bringing the reality of Jesus' childhood to life. Well told entry.
Kyle Chezum06/16/05
Very creative! I liked this piece.
Jeffery Shaver06/16/05
I appreciated the flexibility of your phrasing, which averted the possibility of monotony. Question: Did you mean to imply that Jesus would have known the same wood varieties that you did? Finally, did you consider the ultimate linkage between Jesus and wood - a cross?
Phyllis Inniss 06/16/05
Short and very creative. The comparison gives the reader the chance to view the variety of wood that Jesus would have used and the craftsmanship of His handiwork.
dub W06/17/05
Insightful, I agree with the comments on phases, but nicely done.
Suzanne R06/19/05
Well done. For me, I'd have found it easier to read if it has been separated into different paragraphs, like 'free verse'. But that's coming from quite a literary uneducated point of view. I loved this piece. Well done.