As I mentioned, I was a carpenter for a time.

Put your f***ing finger down now before I break it off.

The time has come,” the walrus said, “to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships – and sealing wax – of cabbages and kings

Do we take less pride in the possession of our home because its walls were built by some unknown carpenter, its tapestries woven by some unknown weaver on a far Oriental shore, in some antique...

The glory of the carpenter is the tables and chairs he manufactures; the glory of God is you and me because He manufactured us!

The table that cannot stand upright, is an insult to the carpenter who makes it. God made us perfectly; so when we refuse to carry out the functions we were created for, our father loses...