How the tools of His trade would one day be the tools of His death

He learned the trade from his father who probably learned it from his father. The tools were simple.  Wood.  Nails. Hammer.

Wood shavings crunched on the floor, trod by leather sandals. The smell of lumber filled his nostrils. Banging. Scraping. Sawing. The workshop was continually busy. It was all in the life of a carpenter.

There was something satisfying about taking raw lumber and forming a piece of furniture, a shelf or a tool. But then there was the unspoken destiny. Driving a crude spike into the green flesh of the fallen tree reminded Him of the dark days to come.

Jesus the Carpenter
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We often think of Jesus in strictly Holy terms. The mental images are created by paintings or movies or pictures in the back of the Children’s Bible are clear. Walking among throngs with a lamb draped across his shoulder, or smiling at the man begging by the side of the road, or heaven opening up with a dove, a light shining down on His face. But a carpenter?

Rarely do we imagine The Holy One, the promised King, as a common laborer. I have never given thought to the sliver in his thumb. The shards of primitive iron scraping the skin. The calloused fingers.  It’s all so menial.

But this is the Lamb of God, the Savior of the world, and he’s a common carpenter. He should have had an easier life. He could have been a farmer, a goat herder, or a fisherman. He could have made shoes or worked with fabric. He could have done a hundred other things – but Jesus chose the life of a carpenter.

And this fact was not lost on Jesus. He knew that one day, his human life would end with the very tools of his trade.

“If it be Your will, take this from me.” But it wasn’t. Every nail reminded him that the prophecies would be fulfilled.  Every piece  of lumber shaped would remind him that he would be draped across a timber one day. Every hammer swung would remind him of those who would take his life one day. Yet he went about his duties performing a job that would foretell his death.

How could he not think the wood, the nails and the hammer.?

And how could I ever I forget?

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  • I never looked with these eyes

    and now my sight is ever changed

    thank you David

    reminding us again the price He chose, yes chose

    to pray for us!

    • It’s a beautiful thing when the scales are removed by our Savior.

  • What an eye opening post, David. Thank you. Happy Easter to you!

  • “Every nail reminded him that the prophecies would be fulfilled.”

    Wow! I never thought of that, but you’re right. Every swing of a hammer would have been a reminder of how He would die…and a need fro affirmation of the decision to walk that path.

    And even with those thousands of decisions…when He stood on the edge of the actual event, He still had an extremely difficult decision to make, “If it be possible, let this cup pass from me…”

    Thank you, for sharing this perspective, David!

  • Bernie

    A beauitful post!

    An inspiration to use the gifts and tools He has given us for Him to use.

    God Bless You!

  • I’ve often thought that if I were God I wouldn’t have created the tree my son would one day be crucified on…good thing I’m not God. Years before Christ was born that tree began to grow. Each time God watered it He knew that one day it would hold His son.

    Not one single detail was left out of our Salvation. We are loved beyond our comprehension.

    Great post.

  • It was after Easter when I read this but it stirred my heart so much I had to post it on my fb wall. Profound thoughts brother.

  • Oh, my, this is lovely, David. I do so love it when you wax poetic – that’s what this is you know. A lovely, poetic reflection on our Savior. And I thank you for it.

  • I often thought of Him being a carpenter, especially in the days when I was swinging a hammer, but I’d never thought of the fact that it was those tools and fasteners that He was the Master and Creator of that was used on Him… for our benefit.

    Thanks for the lesson. I’ll never forget.

  • “And this fact was not lost on Jesus. He knew that one day, his human life would end with the very tools of his trade.”

    Yes. Just this. He knew. And He chose to live that life. For us.

    What a beautiful reminder of his humanness and glory.

    Thank you.

    • Angie, as a handyman’s son, i grew up around those tools. Putting myself in the place of wonder wasn’t such a long trip. I am so glad you visted and commetned.