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The Master Carpenter

Mother's father worked as a carpenter.  On this particular day, he
was  building some crates for the  clothes his church was sending
to some orphanage  in China.  On his way home, he reached into
his shirt pocket to find his  glasses, but they were gone.

When he mentally replayed  his earlier  actions, he realized what
had happened; the glasses  had slipped out of his  pocket unnoticed
and fallen into one  of the crates, which he had nailed  shut.

His brand new  glasses were heading for China! The  Great
Depression was at  its height and Grandpa had six children.
He had  spent $20 for  those glasses that very morning. He
was upset by the thought  of  having to buy another pair.
"It's not fair," he told God  as he drove home in  frustration.

"I've been very faithful  in giving my time and money to  your
work, and now this."

Several  months later, the director of the  orphanage was on
furlough  in the United States. He wanted to visit all the  churches
that  had supported him in China, so he came to speak one
Sunday  at  my grandfather's small church in Chicago.

The missionary  began by  thanking the people for their faithfulness
in supporting  the orphanage. "But  most of all," he said, "I must
thank you  for the glasses you sent last  year.

You see, the Communists  had just swept through the  orphanage,
destroying everything,  including my glasses. I was  desperate.
Even if I had had the  money, there was simply no way  of
replacing those glasses.  Along with not being able to see well,
I  experienced headaches  every day, so my co-workers and
I were much in prayer  about  this. Then your crates arrived.
When my staff removed the covers,  they  found a pair of
glasses lying on top. The missionary paused  long enough
to  let his words sink in. Then, still gripped with  the wonder
of it all, he  continued: "Folks, when I tried on  the glasses,
it was as though they had  been custom-made just  for
me! I want to thank you for being a part of  that."

The  people listened, happy for the miraculous glasses. But  the
missionary  surely must have confused their church with another,
they  thought.  There were no glasses on their list of items to be
sent overseas.  But sitting quietly in the back, with tears streaming
down  his face, an  ordinary carpenter realized the Master
Carpenter  had used him in an  extraordinary way.

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