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The Woodcarver

Read: Ezekiel 36:26, Hosea 6:2, Lamentation 5:21, and Isaiah 44:22

The Woodcarver was old, no one knew just how old, he had just always been there. It was well known that he could carve anything. One could almost see the leaves on his trees stirring in a breeze. His animals always seemed ready to scurry away at any sign of danger. You couldn't help but sniff his flowers as if, because of his great skill, he was able to etch in the sent of a rose. Children were drawn to his shop and he welcomed them. While in his presence the children would stare around in awe at the marvels surrounding them. When The Woodcarver, fingers nimbly removing the slivers that just didn't belong, would spy the children peeking over his workbench, he would say something like this. "In your life you can carry many things around that God never intended you to have. The only purpose they serve is to add extra burden to His creation that was never meant to be" or "God's greatest wish is that each of us recognizes the beauty that He saw at our creation." Satisfied, if not fully understanding, the child would set out to explore more wonders of the shop, but the words of the kindly artist would last much longer than their visit.

While he took joy in all that he had made, nothing held his heart like his wooden people. None were ever alike, he named them all and he loved them all. Fascinatingly, he remembered them all as well, even after they left his store and his protection. When a patron would return he would he would always ask how, "Josiah," or "Merari" or "IIla" fared. When the surprised patron would ask how he remembered, the carver would just smile and say, "My creations may be in a different place, but they will always be my children."

However, on this day the old Woodcarver had something else on His mind as he put the closed sign up in his window and closed the blinds. Earlier that morning a child had brought to him a wooden man, found discarded in a refuse pile. The figure was broken, and dented. Parts were missing and the child had tears in his eyes as he gently lifted it up to the designer's hands. The Woodcarver remembered the doll immediately, it was David. He could tell by the eyes, there was something about them that held fire and humility all at the same time. The Woodcarver took the wooden man with just as much care as the young boy had shown, examined the broken figure and said, "He has gone through much, and he will never be the same, they never can be—but sometimes it is what we go through that make us complete." The lad nodded and quietly left the shop. Now, the Woodcarver took the wounded treasure and focused on the healing. After much painstaking work it was almost complete. He laid his hand upon the chest of the renewed figure and smiled. Oh that all of his bruised and broken children would return to Him.

For His Cause,
Tim Woodward