“When Jesus had finished these parables, He moved on from there. Coming to His hometown, He began teaching the people in their synagogue, and they were amazed. ‘Where did this man get this wisdom and these miraculous powers?’ they asked. ‘Isn’t this the carpenter’s son? Isn’t His mother’s name Mary, and aren’t His brothers James, Simon, and Judas? Aren’t all His sisters with us? Where then did this man get all these things?’ And they took offense at Him. But Jesus said to them, ‘Only in his hometown and in his own house is a prophet without honor.’ And He did not do many miracles there because of their lack of faith” (Matthew 13:53-58).
It seems to me that God has a pretty hard time with leaving things alone. We need not look any further than the sun as it sets and rises again or the seasons as they change and cycle to recognize that the Heavenly Father is constantly creating, intentionally changing, cognitively metamorphosizing (not a real word, but it works) the world around us.
Is it not the same with us? As we willingly grant the Father creative license He changes us, molds us, shapes us, more into the image of Christ. More into who He desires for us to be. More into who we are created to be.
I wonder if that might not be a small part of why He chose for His Son to grow up as the son of a carpenter? As one who creates. One who repairs. One who carefully crafts. As through the carpenter’s son, He continues to create and repair and carefully craft today.
“I pray that the eyes of your heart would be opened in order that you may know the hope to which He has called you, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints, and His incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of His mighty strength” (Ephesians 1:18-19).
Glory to God!