Empty Cross

When I was approached by one of our church elders concerning the possibility of having an Easter sunrise service on our property, I was more than happy to say, "Sure." I spent some time thinking about just where might be the best spot to have the service and, once decided, considered how the site might be arranged. The plan emerged: some rustic seating and, as an afterthought, a matching lectern.

With the help of my son, a necessary ingredient more and more these days, we got to work. We were the beneficiaries of some good sized Hemlock logs due to the wind storm a year ago and used the trusty Woodmizer sawmill to slice two of them end to end. They became the rustic seating I had in mind. Once on site, we wrestled those half logs onto some short pieces and decided that they were plenty comfortable. Of course anything to sit on would have been ok by that time.

The lectern was to be made of two big chunks of White Oak that had been discarded because we ran into iron in the log when sawing back in October. The shorter piece intended for the top of the lectern already had one flat cut on it so that a second cut not quite parallel to it allowed it to sit atop the larger piece with a sloping surface on top. Once in place, Jon looked at it and said, "There's a cross on this." Sure enough; the stain that developed on the surface as a result of the iron weathering for months had left an undeniably cross shaped pattern. A small circle off to the side, also caused by the stain reminded us of the empty tomb that was discovered on that first Easter morning almost 2000 years ago.

One of Jesus' promises was to be with us always and little reminders like the stain on a piece of weathered wood keeps us aware of how He keeps His promises. We celebrate the empty cross. We celebrate the empty tomb. He is risen and His promise of eternal life will not be denied. I pray that you have a blessed Easter and remind one another of the power of the resurrection every day.

A Valuable Post or Two

If you have been following my Out of the Woodwork missives for a while, you know that one of my interests is in the restoration of the American Chestnut tree. I recently attended the spring meeting of the Pennsylvania/New Jersey chapter of The American Chestnut Tree Foundation and enjoyed seeing some well done woodworking using salvaged Chestnut. Because of the durability and rot resistance of Chestnut wood, there is a good bit of it around in old buildings. Chestnut was satisfactory for anything from the framing to the final trim and a considerable amount could be gleaned from a timber framed barn for instance.

But then another source became evident as I perused the hand crafted items on display. A woman was displaying items her father had made from salvaged fence posts. Because of its rot resistance, Chestnut was favored for fence posts and rails, many of them still sound although in use for over fifty years. One item on display was a simple yet delightful bud vase made by taking a short piece of old fence post, drilling a hole to accept a test tube and sanding and polishing the end grain. The contrast between the weathered surface of the post and the clean darker end grain showing the distinctive growth rings was eye catching.

Much to my delight, I came across an old fence row this week and although the barbed wire has mostly rusted away, the posts looked pretty solid. What do you know? These posts have been in the ground for at least fifty years and are as sound as the day they were put in. Although I won't be getting a big pile of lumber from them, these links to the past will provide material for a good number of small items that can be sold for the benefit of the efforts to restore what may well be the most valuable hardwood we have ever known.

Why Nut

One of the things to which I look forward is the spring meeting of the Pennsylvania/New Jersey chapter of The American Chestnut Tree Foundation. That will be coming up shortly and once more, I'll be reminded that there's always more to learn about the magnificent "Redwoods of the East" that, at one time, dominated our forest, constituting one out of every four trees in Pennsylvania. Think about that. In 1900, if you went into the forest in most of the American Chestnut's range (Georgia to Maine), and counted the trees as you came to them, every fourth one would have been a Chestnut tree. The tree was an undeniable asset to all who needed wood for almost any purpose and the nut crop was desired by human and animal alike.

By 1950, virtually every American Chestnut tree was dead. A blight arriving on American shores on imported Asian Chestnut trees did a quick and thorough job of eliminating what had sustained early settlers and citizens for hundreds of years. The efforts to develop a blight resistant tree with the characteristics of the original American Chestnut is ongoing and is the thrust of The American Chestnut Tree Foundation. The efforts to get a forest that once again is home to these wonderful trees has been supported by a true grass roots movement to reestablish something that was considered so valuable and now unknown by most who are alive today.

Knowing that there was such a thing as The American Chestnut Tree Foundation piqued my fascination. My father and grand father spoke often about the wonderful Chestnut trees and how the lumber from them was used for everything. Some buildings were made with no other wood, Chestnut finding its way into everything from the sill to the roof shingles. My grandfather's theory on the matter was simple. God had provided the Chestnut tree and, as is typical, man was not fully appreciative, So God took it away. To an extent, Granddad was right. Today, through the efforts of so many individuals, we are close to having a blight resistant tree that has most of the characteristics of the trees former generations had come to believe would always be around.

The efforts of the foundation are admirable and deserve support. I encourage you to take a look at work being done and support it. The work of the foundation mirrors the very essence of God's ways. We failed to appreciate what He had provided and, for awhile, the provision was withheld. The promise of those working in the foundation is to not be careless with our stewardship of all that we have been given. A personal piece of the program is an experimental orchard within walking distance to our home planted with hybrid Chestnut trees. I'd be pleased to have you take a look at it. 

Medicated

I had an interesting interaction today as a result of visiting my family doctor and attempting to get the followup prescription filled. The pharmacy where I usually get prescriptions filled informed me that they did not have the requested medicine and would not for some time. Helpfully, they indicated that the next pharmacy down the road (it's a hike to get such stuff out here, but I like the trade off) would be able to fill the script. What happened next was an eye opener, at least for these bleary old eyes of mime.

The prescription, of course, had the doctor's name on it. I was asked for my birth date and told the script would be filled in about 20 minutes. As I wandered across the street to confirm that the few items I needed were less expensive where I usually shop, I thought, "How will I ask for my meds at the pickup counter? They never asked for my name." Sure enough, "What is the name?" was the question when I asked if my order was ready. The order was ready and it came labeled with my name which is pretty spooky since I had never been in that store before or even one of the stores in that chain of drug stores. I suppose the 20 minutes involved a call to the doctor to confirm that the script was legitimate. Spooky still.

It occurred to me that lots of folks know lots about us and we may as well get used to it. Then I remembered that we have One who knows everything about us. Most importantly, He uses that knowledge only in ways to confirm His great love for us. I can't get too concerned about what "Big Brother" knows about me. My loving Father knows all there is to know about him too and will work even that out for those who love Him. Gotta go take some pills now. Hope you enjoyed the story.

Plane and Fancy

One of the first things that happens when boards come into the shop destined to become the project at hand is to plane those boards down to the desired thickness. So it was with some disappointment a few days ago that turning on the planer resulted in an uncomfortable silence in what is usually a very noisy machine. How could this be? That machine is only 25 years old or so. Truth is, we've been operating on borrowed time for a while now. After checking out the incoming voltage and connections, my son Jonathan and I figured the old motor had just given up. It began to look like the 200 board feet or so of lumber we hoped to have ready for next weekend would not get even the first step on their way to being the wall paneling we hoped to install.

Removing the motor was pretty straight forward although, weighing in at about 100 pounds, it was challenge enough. In the mean time, a great friend offered us the use of a smaller planer that he had in his shop. Today, Jonathan and I ran the boards through the generously loaned machine noting that though plenty wide enough, the amount the machine could remove in a single pass was considerably less than it's disabled big, motorless brother. After two passes through the borrowed machine, I checked my phone and the message from the motor repair shop was just what I wanted to hear. Just a bit over 48 hours after dropping the motor off, it was repaired and ready to be picked up. You better believe, I'll talk that repair shop up.

The planer is back in business and that loud noise it makes is somehow not nearly as annoying as it seemed to be. If it's possible for a siren-like 90 decibel noise to sound like music, that's what's happening now. Barring any other breakdown, we should be on schedule to have our material ready for the weekend. We will move forward assuming that will be the case. One thing that has been present in the whole situation is an attitude, on my part, of understanding that all our circumstances are under God's control. He wanted us to experience a slowdown and acceptance that all our plans must somehow fit into His grand plan. I'm grateful to be able to use the planer again and just as with His presence, I appreciate it a bit more.

Boxed In

Every once in a while, I get a request to build something for someone and over the years that has run the range from wooden spoons to log home houses. At this point, it's unlikely that houses are going to be in the realm of projects I'm willing to tackle. So it was a pleasure to say yes to a request for something that was relatively simple, yet still in need of some design considerations. Although making several of something once the design is workable, the idea of making just one of something, not likely to be repeated has a certain appeal. 

A long time good friend presented the opportunity to make a unique, although rather simple project. It seems the pastor of his church was planning to follow another call after serving in their church for twenty years. This pastor had a delightful twist to keep his congregation involved in his sermons. Each week he sent an empty shoe box home with one of his flock who was charged with the responsibility of returning the box the following Sunday with a mystery object inside that the pastor would somehow include in the day's sermon; quite a novel and challenging idea.

My friend wondered is I could make a wooden shoe box as a memento for the pastor to take with him as he moved on to the next place he would serve the Lord. The idea of a box with a contrasting lid came to mind. A wooden heart with an inscription from the congregation was another feature that hopefully will remind the pastor of the many lives he has touched. Being of Dutch heritage, I considered, only fleetingly, putting a pair of wooden shoes in the box as well. Maybe another time.

Although we recognize that being a pastor to a congregation is a calling from God, it is essential that we remember that we are all called to serve in one form or another. I truly believe that all sane people want to believe that their life has been lived with purpose. God created each of us with the same idea in mind. He has a purpose for our existence. Spend some time with Him and ask to what He is calling you.

Wood Shop Keeping

Sometimes the amount of time spent in the wood shop is disproportionate to the amount of woodworking that actually takes place. Today was pretty much a time like that. It was a matter of moving from one little maintenance job to the next. All the while avoiding the real reason for being there when I went there. Part of that dilemma had to do with the hesitation of attempting a new technique when there were some no brainers that could keep me from the one thing I really hoped to accomplish.

There was the matter of readjusting the motor mount on the lathe after replacing the drive belt. Then the rat's nest of power cords on some of the hand-held tools begged to be coiled up in such a way that a single tool could be picked up without being entangled in the cord of two others. Speaking of entangled, the roll of baling twine that used to dispense just like it should had gotten dropped and getting a length greater than a foot or two was a challenge. Oh, and the filters on the heater and dust collector had been ignored entirely too long.

All this stuff had to be done. But somehow it seemed like a couple hours had done nothing that would be considered woodworking. I have come to appreciate my wife's refrain that house cleaning is noticed only when it isn't done. Before heading home, I did tackle the job that I really wanted to do in the first place (gluing a thin applique of contrasting wood on another piece). Tomorrow will tell if that was successful or not. Maybe next time the finished item can be the subject of a post. In the meantime, be content with your situation, even it seems not a productive as you would like. I firmly believe that, no matter what's happening, God has you right where He wants you. Look around and ask Him what He would have you do there.