A Hammer and a Nail

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes, I would, if I could, I surely would…
~Simon and Garfunkel from “El Condor Pasa”

If I had a hammer,
I’d hammer in the morning,
I’d hammer in the evening,
All over this land,
I’d hammer out danger,
I’d hammer out a warning,
I’d hammer out love between,
My brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
~Lee Hays, Pete Seeger

Strangely enough~
it is the pointed and piercing nail,
rather than our blunt hammer,
that binds together,
forming the strength,
the safety,
the permanence
of corners, foundation,
walls and roof
until the battering winds
threaten to pull them apart.

Yet the nail is useless
without the hammer.

The hammer
pounds the nail in
where it is most needed
where it won’t be forgotten
where, if ever removed,
the hole it leaves behind
is a forever reminder
of what our hammers have wrought
and how we are forgiven.

abandoned schoolhouse near Rapalje, Montana

4 thoughts on “A Hammer and a Nail

  1. You just drove that imaginary hammer and nail directly into my soul, Emily.
    And my whole being has been affected.

    In all of the mostly deep erudite theological accounts that I have read through the years (and tried to understand) about
    the ‘forever’ saving act of Jesus’ voluntary, savage Crucifixion, I have never, ever read or heard anything
    similar to your stunning , easily understood, Spirit-filled interpretation in today’s post. It confirms what I have come to believe in recent years
    of constant ‘searching’ about the core of our gift of faith.—-
    that the more we clear, unclutter, our innate being (soul ?) and prepare to receive the total reality and intent of Jesus’ Message and
    the terrible price that He was to pay to teach that Message, and the implications and necessity for it in that time, in that place, we begin to ‘get it.’
    The ‘ Innocent Lamb,’ the ‘Son of God,’ the long-awaited Jewish ‘Messiah,’
    voluntarily, and through a determined loving sacrificial death, was scourged, NAILED naked, bleeding to a tree,
    using a hammer and nails to affix his ravaged Body, assuring a longer sustained pain-filled death!

    We must follow through then to try to understand, to assimilate, within our finite human capability, the ‘WHY’ of what He did.
    And the ‘WHOM’ for which Jesus’ sacrifice was so necessary.
    The answers may vary from person to person within the depths of their faith and intellectual/spiritual grasp. Not crucial. The point is:
    the Search has begun, More questions and deepening faith will follow. The seeds have been planted. We will never be the same. We will
    become infectious with the necessity to share with others.

    Our quest is vital in order for us to permanently establish a loving, intimate relationship with and trust in this gift to humanity – this babe of Bethlehem,
    this innocent Jesus of Nazareth, this “Christ, ‘as He was later to be known.
    The ‘search’ can be frustrating at times, often hampered by many earthly interruptions and cooling of interest. The Holy Spirit,
    Guide, Counselor,Teacher is always there – waiting to help. It is with prayer and consistent intent
    to find ‘answers’ that we will succeed. Once we ‘meet’ Him viscerally, intimately, we will be at peace. All of our questions will not be
    answered immediately — not completely. That will occur when we enter His Kingdom and meet Him face to face.
    We can begin to accept and understand the ‘great Mystery of it all now, here in our every day lives..
    Because we have found the ‘font,’ and ‘answer.’ to our questions and assurances that something, someone so needed in our lives, in our world, does,
    indeed exist. We will have found our ‘anchor,’ our ‘raison d’etre (reason for being).

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  2. Dear Emily, My sister (my only sibling) who lived in Idaho took many photos, and one of her iconic ones was the same angle shot of the same old schoolhouse in Montana, taken on a bike camping trip many years ago. Her name was Sharon and she died 9 years ago at age 60 of breast cancer. I miss her. Her photographs are very similar to yours, beautiful nature pictures of the Northwest. Thanks for your daily dose of Sharon for me. Susan

    > On Jan 8, 2021, at 9:38 AM, Barnstorming wro > >

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  3. My goodness! She had to go way off the beaten track on her bike to find that old schoolhouse in the middle of desolate land. What an adventurer and what a loss for you and your family. I’m glad I could inspire her memory.


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