Devotions - Day 5
It was on the Thursday
It was on the Thursday that he became valuable. He hadn’t anything to sell… not since leaving his hammer and saw three years earlier. Needless to say, he could knock together a set of trestles or hang a couple of shelves at the drop of a hat, no bother at all. But he wasn’t into making things. Not now. He was into… well…talking, I suppose. And listening and healing and forgiving and encouraging… all the things for which there’s no pay and the job centre has no advertisements. So his work wasn’t worth much. Nor, indeed, was he. For, not being well dressed or well connected, he wouldn’t have attracted many ticket holders had he been put up for raffle. But he had a novelty value… like the elephant man or the fat lady or the midget at the circus. Put him on a stage and he might be interesting to look at. Sell him to the circus with the promise of some tricks and there could be a silver penny or two or thirty in it. It was on the Thursday that he became valuable. |