Pennsylvania
Carpentry
Desk
Carpentry
Desk
Churn
Cider
Matthew 4:4
“But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.”
Churn
Chess: "Pennsylvania" "Carpentry" "Desk" "Churn" "Cider"
🪵 If you say “carpentry,” here are the associations that come to my mind
𝟏. 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Carpentry is the art where matter becomes form through touch.
It’s the craft where: the hand thinks, the wood responds, the grain reveals time, mistakes become part of the design
It’s an embodied craft — no distance, no abstraction.
𝟐. 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
Carpentry immediately evokes: Joseph, Nazareth, the silent years, apprenticeship without witnesses, obedience without applause.
It’s the trade in which Christ learned weight, measure, patience, resistance.
Carpentry is the pre-ministerial formation of the Messiah.
𝟑. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
It’s a discipline that demands: exactness, listening, repetition, correction, vision of the final form before it exists
The carpenter sees the table inside the tree,
just as the sculptor sees the figure inside the stone.
𝟏. 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Carpentry is the art where matter becomes form through touch.
It’s the craft where: the hand thinks, the wood responds, the grain reveals time, mistakes become part of the design
It’s an embodied craft — no distance, no abstraction.
𝟐. 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
Carpentry immediately evokes: Joseph, Nazareth, the silent years, apprenticeship without witnesses, obedience without applause.
It’s the trade in which Christ learned weight, measure, patience, resistance.
Carpentry is the pre-ministerial formation of the Messiah.
𝟑. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
It’s a discipline that demands: exactness, listening, repetition, correction, vision of the final form before it exists
The carpenter sees the table inside the tree,
just as the sculptor sees the figure inside the stone.
The Second Coming
By William Butler Yeats
By William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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