"I wil build my church..." said the Carpenter.
Notice, please, His tools. His yet-to-be-pierced hands had known the heft and shape of many kinds of tools with which he crafted the structures of His time.
Which tools do His nail-pierced hands now choose to build the structue of His Church?
Today, you and I are His tools.
Hands that had once crafted felled timber into beauty now choose to build His Church out of the rough hewn, living timbers of fallen men.
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