Devotionals

I Miss Dad

by PamFord Davis 
01/08/19
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Was he a carpenter?

By trade, Dad was a security guard at General Electric. Yet, I’m thinking he may have secretly wanted to be a carpenter. He had the tools of the trade. Strange as it may seem, I have an emotional attachment to Dad’s old work bench. I remember it well.

Dad’s work bench was down in the cellar (basement) of our Mycenae, NY house. It was easy to find; I’d turn left at the bottom of the long wooden stairway. He kept an orderly arrangement of basic carpentry tools such as: hammers, tape measure, chisels, a framing square, levels, a sanding plane, a hand saw and a mounted vice on the edge of the work bench.

I miss that work bench. I miss Dad. He was a carpenter at heart…

“Jesus went out from there and came into His hometown; and His disciples followed Him. When the Sabbath came, He began to teach in the synagogue; and the many listeners were astonished, saying, ‘Where did this man get these things, and what is this wisdom given to Him, and such miracles as these performed by His hands? Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon? Are not His sisters here with us? And they took offense at Him (Mark 6:1-3 NASB).”

Carpentry traits; can they be hereditary? Could be; our son Lee has an impeccable workshop in his two-car garage. He uses a vast array of tools for car restoration and odd jobs around the house. You’d likely find his Grandpa Ford’s old hammer among in his tools.