If I Had A Hammer
Have you ever lost something? Back in the fall, I lost my hammer. Maybe misplaced is a better word. Last fall I was working on some stuff around the house in preparation for the coming winter and I misplaced my hammer.
All winter long I have been looking for my hammer. I know I had it. I know I used it in the fall. It has to be here somewhere. But it is not in my tool box, or any of the other normal places it would or should be. I misplaced my hammer. I knew it had to be around somewhere but it was lost.
In its place for the last five or six months I have been using my wife’s ‘pink trimmed in support of breast cancer research ladies toolkit’ hammer. And each time I had to work on something with this pink trimmed hammer I resolved to go out a buy a new one.
But I knew my hammer had to be around someone. Maybe someone borrowed it, and it did not get put back where I could find it. I hinted and suggested and almost accused others of hiding my hammer on me.
Can you guess where this is all going?
The other day I found my hammer! I found it.
Oh yeah…now I remember. It was right where I had left it back in the fall. I remember now. The hammer was on the shelf of the step ladder and when I folded up the ladder the hammer fell to the ground. No problem. I would put away the ladder and come back and get my hammer.
The only thing was I never went back to pick up the hammer. I don’t know if I got distracted or busy with something else, or maybe I just plain forgot to go back and get it.
And since I did not go back and get it, overnight, when the snow fell, the hammer disappeared underneath a blanket of the white stuff. And that’s where it was all winter long!
And it was only with the coming of the spring, the final melting of the snow and ice, that the hammer reappeared, right where I had left it.
Spring. Everything has a new start. Sure it takes some effort and work to clean up from the winter, deal with leftovers and forgotten bits and pieces in preparation of a new growing season. And of course that new planting and growing will take time and effort over the coming months, but if it was not worth it we wouldn’t do it.
I meaning planting and tending and fertilizing the lawn only so I will have to cut it on a regular basis…
And you know as I think about it the Christian faith is something like that.
God has given us so much, so freely in Jesus. And yet it does take some effort and work on our part. And maybe with the Spring comes a good opportunity to replant and grow that faith.
Maybe along with spring planting there is a place for God in your life. Maybe you might try finding your way back to church. No the roof won’t fall in.
And maybe it begins with us looking for and expecting to see God in our gardens and plantings, in our lives and in the lives of those we love, and yes, even in church.
Yes, I know sometimes the church messes up. Jesus sometimes gets lost. Maybe misplaced is the better word. It happens.
But usually it doesn’t go on for long before God breaks through. God remembers what it’s all about. Even if we sometimes don’t. Even if the church, sometimes doesn’t.
It is not about a hammer lost for a winter or something else frustratingly misplaced in our lives. It is all about Jesus. God’s love for us made real, in the flesh.
With spring comes new starts and it all makes me think…
But right now I see something that needs a little fixing up for spring and I know where my hammer is.
Blessings…
Rev. Geoff Howard, Knox
Presbyterian, Iroquois
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