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After making numerous excuses for the frustrating delays, the window suppliers finally arrived with their product. Within minutes, they said, "Oops!" and ordered new windows with correct measurements. These careless and inept people are no longer in business. The good-natured linoleum installer said nothing, for which we were grateful, but he sweated profusely in the unseasonal heat as he ripped out floor covering which had been laid improperly. He had good intentions but appeared to lack sufficient knowledge. Despite several attempts, the stucco man had trouble combining the right dyes to produce the shade we had chosen for some outside walls. In the end, we consented peaceably to his final brew, which yielded only tolerable results.
On the other hand, my husband and I looked forward to meetings with the cabinetmaker. We had seen his work and were aware of his fine reputation. Norm was at ease as he questioned, listened and understood. He offered suggestions, explained methods and allowed time to make decisions. Modifications were no problem. He produced beyond our expectations.
The bricklayer moved with skill as he fashioned the fireplace. He exuded zest and confidence, and his eyes flashed when he joked about his ethnic traits. Steve presented comparisons and vital information. He was punctual and reliable. His cheery, impromptu whistling lifted our spirits.
The upholsterer, a master craftsman, became a friend, infusing his warmth into our lives. Whether describing the apprenticeship system in Europe, exulting in the complexity of materials or tossing out tidbits on society, politics and religion, Karl was knowledgeable. He was frank about disadvantages in a fabric or style, and he seemed unconcerned about wealth or prestige. A remnant to cover an old stool was offered free of charge.
As we observed the various workmen involved in the construction of our house over several months, we experienced both pain and pleasure. I began to draw a parallel to the way we Christians handle our mandate as witnesses. I wondered how we go about attracting and serving potential "consumers", how we build relationships and whether we favourably impress those who view our workmanship. Through the performance of the tradesmen, we noted qualities which guarantee satisfied clients, and ultimately new customers. Essential to the job are: knowledge, wisdom, honesty, competence, dependability, creativity and co-operation. Friendly interest, patience, understanding, a sense of humour and generosity are also desirable skills and traits.
If such characteristics are important in the construction of a house, how much more so are they at spiritual building sites where eternal moments are framed--in my home, neighbourhood, church and places of employment, business and recreation?
When I am available, God provides opportunity to build His kingdom in countless ways. However, unless my heart is involved along with my tongue, head and hands, my efforts become mechanical or manipulative, even shoddy. The heart's precision tools of faith, love and hope (I Corinthians 13:13) are central to kingdom-building. They prevent structures from crumbling; they also ensure that the King's reputation does not become marred by earthly blunder.
Ultimately, I am accountable to my Boss, the Divine Builder. To receive from God the same approval that Paul expressed in I Thessalonians 1:3 is the goal that was set before me when I joined the Carpenter's union. In acting as His hands, feet and voice at my building sites, can I be less than "a workman who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth" (II Timothy 2:15)?
Ruby Cleroux is a freelance writer and a member of Vauxhall (Alta.) MB Church.
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