When I was in fourth grade we were given a writing assignment.  We were asked to write about a typical day the shoes of our father has.  So off I went writing.  (Actual writing pictured to the left.)  I think I got a C+.  There was one day I came home from school and found my father’s work boot in the garage covered with blood.  Due to one of the hazards of working with glass I later found out a piece had broken and it cut the main artery in his leg.   He stayed home while it healed, but I never thought about growing up and doing what my father did for a living.

In biblical days a young man would fill his father’s shoes and eventually carry on the family business.  Even Jesus when he was young learned to be a carpenter, but when he got older he begin to do the work of God, his real father.

Luke 2:49  And he said unto them, Why were you looking for me? Don’t you know that I must be about my Father’s business?

Now I am older.  I too want to be doing my heavenly Father’s business.  I want to be like his son Jesus, doing what God wants me to do to advance his kingdom.  Oh, and there was one day when Jesus’ work shoes were bloody too.  One of the hazards of being a savior, the Messiah, and dying to cover the sins of others.