The Day Christ Quit
Christ put his hammer down. He locked the shop door for the last time. So much had happened in his thirty years of preparation. Joseph had died. His mother was older. She knew deep-down. She had to know. She remembered the day she lost him and found him in the temple. He was twelve then. And now he was thirty.
He hugged her and walked to the edge of the property, then turned to wave bye—thirty long years of waiting for his ministry, now the victory lies in wait. He was going to Jerusalem. It would take three years of ministry to reach his pinnacle, but starting was what he desired. More than anything he wanted to put the hammer down.
People said, “Isn’t this the carpenter? Isn’t this Mary’s son and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas and Simon? Aren’t his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him. And he could do no miracles among them. Those thirty years worked against him. But it was the Father’s will.
It is much better to be where God wants us to be, doing what God wants us to do, and to have no will apart from His. It’s to be able to say—“The carpenter’s shop is God’s will for me” (George Campbell Morgan). This is the hard part. It calls for patience and trust. Christ waited thirty years to quit carpentry. The day finally arrived, and we’ve all been saved because of it.