The
Carpenter
Once upon a
time, two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the
first serious rift in 40 years of farming side-by-side, sharing machinery and
trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch.
Then the long
collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew
into a major difference and finally, it exploded into an exchange of bitter
words followed by weeks of silence.
One morning there was a knock
on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I 'm
looking for a few days' work," he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs
here and there I could help with? Could I help you?"
"Yes," said the
older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm.
That's my neighbor. In fact, it's my younger brother! Last week there was a
meadow between us. He recently took his bulldozer to the river levee and now
there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but
I'll do him one better. See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build
me a fence an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place or his face
anymore."
The carpenter
said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole
digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you."
The older brother
had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then
he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day -- measuring,
sawing and nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had
just finished his job.
The
farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at
all.

It was
a bridge .. A bridge that stretched from one side of the creek to the other! A
fine piece of work, handrails and all! And the neighbor, his younger brother,
was coming toward them, his hand outstretched..
"You are quite a fellow
to build this bridge after all I've said and done."
The two brothers stood at each
end of the bridge, and then they met in middle, taking each other's hand. They
turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto his shoulder.
"No,
wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older
brother.
"I'd love to stay
on," the carpenter said, "but I have many more bridges to build."
Remember This...
God won't ask what
kind of car you drove, but He'll ask how many people you helped get where they
needed to go.
God won't
ask the square footage of your house, but He'll ask how many people you welcomed
into your home.
God
won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, but He'll ask how many you
helped to clothe.
God won't
ask how many friends you had, but He'll ask how many people to whom you were a
friend.
God won't
ask in what neighborhood you lived, but He'll ask how you treated your
neighbors.
God won't
ask about the color of your skin, but He'll ask about the content of your
character.
God
won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation, but He'll lovingly
take you to your mansion in Heaven, and not to the gates of hell.
God won't ask how many people you
forwarded this to, but He'll ask why you were hesitant to pass it on to your
friends...
Best Regards
Gopi Krishna Swargam