By Jonathon Norman
Was it just another Thursday
that He was waking to?
Or was there something different about today?
No more hammering, building, working with his hands,
sawing, shaping - the everyday sounds of his everyday trade...
Those were the sounds he had left behind...
Those were the sounds he had traded…
for the sounds of the poor, the left out, the broken hearted
the sick, the blind, and the voiceless sons and daughters
But now their sounds are fading... or are they getting louder... with the sunrise and the sunset of Thursday...
Those voices- He carries them with pain and a vulnerable strength.
Tonight the sound of hammering does not sound like the hammering he remembers...
But with each nail that is hammered he hears those voices- those he loves...
those he healed, those he cared for and called brother... sister... friend... beloved
Yes, there is something different about this Thursday...
something very, very different.
Amen.
