All afternoon they helped their Dad as he moved from job to job.
We ordered pizzas for dinner, and when they came I went to let my brother and his boys know it was time to eat.
“Pizza’s here,” I told them.
One of his boys was holding a board for his Dad. He looked up and answered: “Can’t eat. Workin’.”
I had to smile.
Now where had he heard that before, I wondered?
His Dad smiled, too. And then kept on working. All three of them. They finished their job and only then came in for pizza.
I was reminded of the song about a biblical father who was also a skilled craftsman:
I know you’ve heard of Joshua
He was the son of Nun
He never stopped his work begun
Until his work was done
Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho
Men like that don’t just fall off the trees. Joshua-Men are formed—and thank you to all the fathers out there doing the forming!
Copyright 2017 Jake Frost