The Carpenter

dilbert

Once upon a time, two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side-by-side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed, without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart.

It began with a small misunderstanding, and it grew into a major difference, and finally, it exploded into an exchange of bitter words, followed by weeks of silence.

One morning, there was a knock on John’s door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days work,” he said. “Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there I could help with? Could I help you?”

“Yes,” said the older brother. “I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s my neighbor. In fact, it’s my younger brother! Last week, there was a meadow between us. He recently took his bulldozer to the river levee, and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I’ll do him one better.

See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a fence – an 8-foot fence – so I won’t need to see his place, or his face, anymore.”

The carpenter said, “I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails, and the post-hole digger, and I’ll be able to do a job that pleases you.”

The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get the
materials ready and then he was off for the day.

The carpenter worked hard all that day — measuring, sawing, and nailing. About sunset, when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job.

The farmer’s eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge… a bridge that stretched from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, with handrails, and all!

And, the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming toward them, his hand outstretched… “You are quite a fellow to build this bridge, after all I’ve said and done.”

The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other’s hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto his shoulder.

“No, wait! Stay a few days. I’ve a lot of other projects for you,” said the older brother.

“I’d love to stay on,” the carpenter said, “but I have many more bridges to build.”

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11 comments
  1. A touching story, thank you for sharing. And I wanted to share with you that a dear friend of mine just returned from Afghanistan safe and sound. 🙂 🙂 🙂 I’m sending you a big hug and “September” will be here before you know it!

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  2. George Hayward said:

    Love it!

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  3. Dear Blog friend,

    As soon as I read some of your other posts, I might like to post them on our website http://www.bibleresourceman.com Why? Because I believe is using every means to bring people to know and love Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour. I believe in the principle of the Apostle Paul “…I am made all things to all men, that I might by all means save some.” 1 Cor 9:22 (KJV)

    Many people are not good readers but they are attracted by graphic oriented articles and humor. Thanks again for your contribution.

    May God bless your today and forever.

    Rev. Thomas L. Clark – Phil. 3:14

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  4. Thanks for the like on my blog! I am enjoying a cup of coffee prepared in my french press as I stroll through your site. We do need many bridges built!

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