I recently came across a name I didn't recognise: Meremoth. Apparently he was a priest's son among the people of Israel at the time of the return from captivity. As the son of a priest - I assume - he was a priest himself. What a privileged position. His name appears in the context of at least two tasks: On the one hand, he was a witness or responsible for weighing the precious and holy temple utensils that were brought back, and on the other hand, he actively helped to rebuild the wall. Sacred and profane. Both were present in his life. Hands dirty from building, touching the sacred. In our imaginations, we tend to divide it up: the sacred here, the profane there. This combination reminds me of God's work itself: that he comes into this often broken world as the Creator of the world, as the Holy One, and rebuilds it through himself in the person of Jesus. In every single life where he gains access.
I wish you an extraordinary day!
