Being a single parent for a while (my wife returns from being with my daughter next week) and having to make up time after having been gone myself last week has seriously cut into blogging time.
However, this article captured my attention and I thought others might find it interesting.
My brothers (I have two) and I share very little in common other than a father who was a builder, a man who worked with his hands. At least that is what I thought. It turns out that all three of us have built shops in our garages and have, at least at times, built things out of wood for others. There is an impulse in our blood.
Or is that impulse in our nature as beings created in the image of God, an impulse which the modern world suppresses?