I’m terrible with my hands. You don’t want me within six city blocks of a hammer or nail. When my dishwasher breaks, it’s better that I call a professional to fix it rather than have me fight with it, use unbecoming language, and make matters worse before I end up calling the plumber anyway.
The same goes for my life. There are moments when my life “breaks,” times when life doesn’t seem to be working the way that it should be. Relationships that aren’t as strong as they could be. That grudge that I have trouble letting go of. Blindness to life’s direction. Cynicism to a world that seems bent on self-destruction.
That’s when I call in the professional, the One who knows how to fix what is broken. That professional is Jesus. And when I call upon him, and remember that he is the one to build and rebuild the house that is my life, I find clarity of purpose, joy in relationships, and compassion in serving. When I remember that Jesus is the master builder, my house-and the world-are stronger than if I’m left to build it myself.
For that I give thanks.
Lord Jesus, thank you that you are the master builder of my life and our world. Amen. — KP