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<\/a><\/div>\nI left off last time<\/a> with my friend Blaise<\/span> Pascal throwing me something like a complete game shut-out and a no-hitter as well. Frankly, this guy was starting to get irritating. His immense knowledge of Scripture was the capper<\/span>. The fact that he wasn\u2019t even breaking a sweat was especially galling.<\/p>\n That\u2019s because I thought I was really knowledgeable about the Bible. I had never read it cover-to-cover, but so what? Since I was old enough to remember, Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, week-long Summer Bible Camp, and of course, actually reading it occasionally made me the \u201cduty expert\u201d on Scripture, compared to my wife anyway. The \u201ccradle Catholic,\u201d she was almost completely ignorant of the Bible.<\/p>\n When we got married, she had no idea what books were in the Bible (\u201cI thought the Bible was<\/em> the book\u201d\u2014sheesh<\/span>!). The concepts of Old Testament and New Testament were not completely foreign to her, but hand her a Bible and it might as well have been a road map of Middle Earth written in runes. A map like that wouldn\u2019t help her find her way from the Inland Empire to the San Fernando Valley. Everyone knows <\/em>that Catholics are clueless about the Bible. Everyone I knew, that is.<\/p>\n And yet, Blaise Pascal knew the Bible, seemingly backwards and forwards. He was getting to be intolerable. Evidently he didn\u2019t get the memo that I, the non-Catholic, was the \u201cduty expert\u201d on Scripture in my household. So I did the only thing I could do. I put his lousy unfinished book down and went to work on the staircase.<\/p>\n Have you ever pulled a stunt like that? I had, many times. \u201cHow dare you insult my superiority?!\u201d That was my routine response, before I was Catholic anyway (and even today, I must still be vigilant). But I wasn\u2019t a Catholic yet, so I just went to work out my frustrations on the stairs.<\/p>\n Ah, the stairs. My wife is laughing now! Took me a year to finish them. That fact alone should tell you everything you need to know about my marriage. It took one hour to remove the old carpet and about 300 days to figure out the next steps and generally hope I hadn\u2019t made an irrevocable, not to mention expensive, error. Pray!<\/p>\n Here is the story in a nutshell: We bought an older home with wall-to-wall carpet. Having three young children who are outdoorsy types and one dog, this situation was not pretty\u2014for the carpet, that is, which was light gray. Knowing that it rains a lot here in my new hometown, my wife and I knew that the carpet was not going to cut the mustard. Solution? Remove and replace with wood. Our Lord and Savior is a carpenter too, in addition to being the Word made Flesh and Maker of All Things Seen And Unseen. He was born into a family business run by St. Joseph. And Joseph didn\u2019t dally in carpentry either. It was his vocation, it put food on the Holy Family\u2019s table. As I worked, I thought if this was my career, I\u2019d probably starve.<\/p>\n During lunch breaks and such, I returned to the Harvard Five-Foot Shelf of Books<\/span><\/a> for inspiration and came upon the next jewel in this collection: The Imitation of Christ <\/span>by Thomas \u00e0 Kempis. I thought to myself, Now that is a bold title! What an understatement.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
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\n<\/span>I learned a lot. <\/span>One of the first things I learned was that rookies don\u2019t build stairs. Too late! I embarked on a crash course in carpentry. I had to order a few books on stairs, and as I worked, I gained a healthy, new found admiration for the skills of a good carpenter.<\/p>\n