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"
๐ชต If you say “carpentry,” here are the associations that come to my mind
๐. ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
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.
๐. ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ
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.
๐. ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
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.
๐. ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
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.
๐. ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ
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.
๐. ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
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?



























