Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into
conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by
side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without
a hitch.

Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small
misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it
exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.

One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a
man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days work" he said.
"Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help
you?"

"Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across
the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor, in fact, it's my younger
brother. "Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his
bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us.

Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better.
See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence
-- an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place anymore. Cool
him down, anyhow."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the
nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that
pleases you."

The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the
carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day.

The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing.
About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his
job.

The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped.

There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge -- a bridge stretching
from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work,
handrails and all -- and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across,
his hand outstretched.

"You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and
done."

The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in
the middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter
hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. "No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a
lot of other projects for you," said the older brother.

"I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but, I have many more
bridges to build.

PRAYER
"Lord, let your light dispel the darkness that what is lost may be found and restored. Let your light shine through me that others may see your truth and love and find hope and peace in you."

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