In a small garage nestled among the hills, the scent of freshly cut wood mingled with the faint aroma of motor oil, lingered in the air. Joe, a rugged biker with calloused hands, sat at his workbench. His leather jacket hanging on a nail nearby, bore the marks of countless rides, and his eyes held stories of open roads and distant horizons.
Beside him, his young son, Davey, watched with wide eyes. Davey’s helmet sat on the smaller bench at the other side of the workshop, its colourful stickers reflecting the dim light. The small bulbs flickered, casting shadows on the walls.
“Tell me about Jesus, Dad,” Davey said, his voice barely a whisper.
Joe1 paused, his chisel poised over a piece of oak. “Jesus was like this wood,” he began. “Strong, yet gentle. He worked with His hands too, just like us.”
Davey leaned closer. “Did He ride motorcycles too?”
Joe chuckled. “Not motorcycles, but He knew about journeys. His journey was to show love, forgiveness, and hope. He taught people to be kind, to help others, and to believe in something greater.”
“But why did He come here?” Davey asked, tracing the grain of the wood with his finger.
Joe’s eyes softened. “Because God loved us so much that He sent Jesus to be with us. Jesus was the light2 in our darkness, just like these light bulbs.” He gestured to the flickering lights.
Davey tilted his head. “Why did He have to die?”
Joe’s hands stilled. “Sometimes, even the best people face hardships3. Jesus suffered, but His love was stronger. He gave His life to save us4 – to show us that love conquers everything.”
As Joe spoke, he carved intricate patterns into the wood. Davey watched, absorbing every word. The lights glow, danced on their faces, creating a sacred space within the workshop.
“Remember, Davey,” Joe said, “we’re like this wood. Imperfect, but with potential. Jesus sees the beauty in us, even when we’re rough around the edges.”
Davey nodded. “I want to be like Jesus.”
Joe ruffled his son’s hair. “Then be kind, help others, and never forget that love is the greatest ride of all.”
And so, in that humble workshop, a father and his child shared more than woodworking tips. They passed down a legacy of faith, the same as Jesus and Joseph did so long ago.
Peace be with you – Muz.
- Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it. (Proverbs 22:6 NKJV) ↩︎
- The LORD is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The LORD is the strength of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalms 27:1 NKJV) ↩︎
- You therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. And the things that you have heard from me among many witnesses, commit these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also. You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. (Timothy 2:1-3 NKJV) ↩︎
- Now from the sixth hour until the ninth hour there was darkness over all the land. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” that is, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” Some of those who stood there, when they heard that, said, “This Man is calling for Elijah!” Immediately one of them ran and took a sponge, filled it with sour wine and put it on a reed, and offered it to Him to drink. The rest said, “Let Him alone; let us see if Elijah will come to save Him.” And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split, and the graves were opened, and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised; and coming out of the graves after His resurrection, they went into the holy city and appeared to many. So when the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that had happened, they feared greatly, saying, “Truly this was the Son of God!” (Matthew 27:45-54 NKJV) ↩︎
