Old Clocks and Easter
We have an old German wall clock in our dining room now. It’s old, dating back to the 1880’s (so says an appraiser). Some would call its idiosyncrasies “character” – a dent in the broad pendulum, timid gongs marking every hour, and an unsteady tick-tock that plods along somehow managing to keep time. It’s amazing really, having somehow defied all odds.
When Lisa inherited it from her Great Aunt Elizabeth Sisson, it didn’t work. It was, well, dead. But we noticed its intrinsic beauty – a large porcelain face with Roman numbers, a well-preserved wooden case with subtle floral inlays, and all the large original antique glass panes. No matter its superficial loveliness, it was still incapable of carrying out its intended purpose: to tell time.
Enter the clockmaker. He, too, appreciated the clock’s outer beauty and uniqueness. But, the clockmaker knew more. He was the master of his trade – carefully and lovingly reconditioning and restoring the clock to its original operating condition. Now the clock is alive and brings a special feeling in our home.
The clock’s story reminds me of our story. Though we have intrinsic value, we are broken and unable to carry out our intended purpose without the touch of the Master’s hand. Through the loving restoration of our Father, we have new life and renewed purpose. The new life the Father grants us is the same power provided in Jesus’ resurrection.
Happy Easter!
– D
Dave, This is written so beautifully and lovingly. It made me weepy in a happy way! Thanks!