Let’s be honest: every house we see is imperfect. Even the best-looking of the bunch, the one all the neighbors point to in awe, is not only imperfect – it is slowly, if imperceptibly, falling down. Only one house remains eternal.
This reminds us of our second note: on every house, we realize there is a builder. We never walk around a new house and say, “Who built this? Does it even have a builder or did it evolve?” We would be laughed off the property, replaced with someone who knows better, as we should be.
Because, as we all know intuitively, everything made has a maker. Everything built has a builder. Every man has a Creator. We get to see this every day on the job, and it reminds us of the greatest glory.