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D. Gordon</a></div>I have tried to think of Him coming into young manhood in that Nazareth home. He is twenty now, with a daily round something like this: up at dawn likely -- He was ever an early riser -- chores about the place, the cow, maybe, and the kindling and fuel for the day, helping to care for the younger children, then off down the narrow street, with a cheery word to passers-by, to the little low-ceilinged carpenter shop, for -- eight hours? -- more likely ten or twelve. Then back in the twilight; chores again, the evening meal, helping the children of the home in difficulties that have arisen to fill their day's small horizon, a bit of quiet talk with His mother about family matters, maybe, then likely off to the hilltop to look out at the stars and talk with the Father; then back again, slipping quietly into the bedroom, sharing sleeping space in the bed with a brother. And then the sweet rest of a laboring man until the gray dawn broke again.<p>And that not for one day, <i>every</i> day, a year of days -- <i>years</i>. He's twenty-five now, feeling the thews of his strength; twenty-seven, twenty-nine, still the old daily round. Did no temptation come those years to chafe a bit and fret and wonder and yearn after the great outside world? Who that knows such a life, and knows the tempter, thinks <i>he</i> missed those years, and their subtle opportunity? Who that knows Jesus thinks that <i>He</i> missed such an opportunity to hallow forever, fragantly hallow, home, with its unceasing round of detail, and to cushion, too, its every detail with a sweet strong spirit? Who thinks <i>He</i> missed <i>that chance</i> of fellowship with the great crowd of His race of brothers?<p>"In the shop of Nazareth<br>Pungent cedar haunts the breath.<br>'Tis a low Eastern room,<br>Windowless, touched with gloom.<br>Workman's bench and simple tools<br>Line the walls. Chests and stools,<br>Yoke of ox, and shaft of plow,<br>Finished by the Carpenter<br>Lie about the pavement now.<p>"In the room the Craftsman stands,<br>Stands and reaches out His hands.<p>"Let the shadows veil His face<br>If you must, and dimly trace<br>His workman's tunic, girt with bands<br>At His waist. But His <i>hands</i> -- <br>Let the light play on them;<br>Marks of toil lay on them.<br>Paint with passion and with care<br>Every old scar showing there<br>Where a tool slipped and hurt;<br>Show each callous; be alert<br>For each deep line of toil.<br>Show the soil<br>Of the pitch; and the strength<br>Grip of helve gives at length.<p>"When night comes, and I turn<br>From my shop where I earn<br>Daily bread, let me see<br>Those hard hands; know that He<br>Shared my lot, every bit:<br>Was a man, every whit.<p>"Could I fear such a hand<br>Stretched toward me? Misunderstand<br>Or mistrust? Doubt that He<br>Meets me full in sympathy?<p>"Carpenter' hard like Thine<br>Is this hand -- this of mine;<br>I reach out, gripping Thee,<br>Son of Man, close to me,<br>Close and fast, fearlessly."<a href="#1">[6]</a><p>To-day up yonder on the throne <i>there's a Man</i> -- kin to us, bone of our bone, heart of our heart, toil of our toil. <i>He</i> -- knows. If you'll listen very quietly, you'll hear His voice reaching clear down to you saying, with a softness that thrills, "Steady -- steady -- <i>I</i> know it all. I'm watching and <i>feeling</i> and <i>helping</i>. Up yonder is the hill top and the glory sun and the wondrous air. Steady a bit. Stay up with <i>Me</i> on the glory side of your cloud, though your feet scratch the clay." 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