Summary Of 'The Master's Toolbox' By Thad Linman

I have always been fascinated when I watch Renji use his various tools. His tool kit has the right tool for every job. I remember how excited he was when he found this tool kit at IKEA, Dubai.
Moving out and moving in is so much easier with someone like him and his versatile tool kit around. He is always so hands-on when it comes to getting the job done.
God has a toolbox, and His tools are just as varied as the tools in Renji’s box.
We see the church merely as an organisation we belong to or an event we attend. But, the church truly represents God’s box of useful tools to be used for His purpose and glory.
Look around next time…
God has a lot of jobs to do and he has given the people in His church different gifts and talents to help Him to
Extension cords are necessary to help people plug into the power, strength and wisdom of our Lord. And, every toolbox needs a pair of pliers to hold things together, just like we need people too to hold things together when it appears to be falling apart.
Here is an insight into ‘The Master’s ToolBox’ by Thad Linton.
There once was an average, ordinary carpenter who had a large toolbox full of tools. One day something magical happened and all the tools came to life in the toolbox. Most of the tools were extremely proud of themselves and proud of what they could do.
The Power Saw was the loudest of the tools. He said, “I’m a DeWalt Power Saw! I can cut straight lines and I can cut angled lines! I can cut at varied depths. I can cut through plywood, sheetrock, mason board and hard wood. I’m shiny and new and I am a very important tool in the Master’s Tool Box! I am very large and I am very loud! I was designed and engineered by extremely important people and I’ve been given a Certificate of Authenticity which means that I am the ‘real
Nor did he speak out loud and brag about what HE could do for the Master. He just lay in the tool box quietly and patiently, almost in anticipation of something. He was the simple Framing Hammer.
The Framing Hammer was extremely old. There were several cracks in his hickory handle. The waffle-pattern on the face of his head was all but worn off. You could barely tell that a waffle-pattern existed on his face because it was all smooth now due to years and years of use by the Master.
The Power Saw said to the other tools about the Framing Hammer, “All he can do is hammer nails into wood and pull nails out of wood! No wonder he’s so quiet. He’s not new and shiny like the rest of us! We can’t even tell where he’s from by his label. Our labels are clearly marked!”
The Power Drill said to the Framing Hammer, “Well, Hammer, what do you have to say for yourself? What good are you to the Master as a tool?”
The Framing Hammer just lay quietly for a second, and then meekly said, “I have no idea what good I am to the Master, if I’m any good at all? I must serve some purpose, because the Master keeps me in this box with all of you nice, shiny new tools! I don’t know why the Master has kept me around all these years, but what I do know is, that when I’m being held and used by the Master, for whatever his purpose, that is when I come alive and that is when I feel the