Occasionally I have a strong desire to really read; last weekend, the family was down at the local library and I wanted something new. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to always find anything nor do I have any sort of planned list of books to get that I know they have in stock (or can get)… so I was pretty much left to random-pick. I’m a fan of sci-fi, mystery and that sort but much more so lately theology, mainly C.S. Lewis-styled. Anyway, I was in the theology area and just kind-of grabbed a bunch that might be interesting… one of them definitely was: The Best Christian Writing 2004.
Now it’s an odd book because it’s a collection of writing that in all honesty you probably completely can find online. Now it’s fairly likely that if you’re reading this, you’re following it through a feed, and I’m just guessing that you’re just as likely to use some sort of feed reader. You probably get where I’m going with this… how funny to physically read a “book” of good stuff that’s all online. Eh – it seems old is new again as there’s a handful of bloggers that are getting books published of their online writing. Funny, at least to me. I’ll easily admit it’s nice to readily read stuff online, but I definitely still really like being offline, especially reading. (yeah, the book has a really good article about a computer scientist who doesn’t like the computer… which I can agree with – but that’s another post now isn’t it?)
Anyway, that’s just the preface to what I intend this post to be about – wood. There’s a really great article titled JUST WOOD (online in PDF format) by Douglas Jones which comes from Credenda/Agenda magazine. It talks about the symbolism of trees (and of course its wood) in a theological perspective, especially usage throughout the Bible. The first man, Adam, living in a garden of Eden, of trees. God talking to Moses through a burning bush. Jesus who worked for several years as a carpenter. Jesus dying on a tree. Jesus telling his followers multiple parables involving trees and fruit, like Him being the vine, the Father being the gardener.
I recall as a kid loving trees, climbing them a whole lot (my son has enjoyed it as well, although there’s not a lot of trees around here in VA to climb it seems). This has given me a whole new perspective. I’ve always enjoyed wood, even as a kid for short while taking my hand at whittling (still have the whittling knife my dad got me), and have thought maybe again one day. I’d like to enjoy God’s creation in this way, working slowly, patiently.
Anyway, if you read through this far to my rambling, take a read on the article – it’s much better than this post that’s for sure.
http://www.credenda.org/images/stories/pdf/14-4.pdf (starts on page 4)