In the quiet hush of a carpentry workshop in Nazareth, the scent of cedar and sawdust once hung heavy in the air. There was no neon flickering, no hum of a high-speed server, and certainly no fiber-optic cables pulsing with the world’s data. Yet, in the rhythmic sweep of a plane over wood, St. Joseph was participating in a mystery that predates time itself.
For the readers of WeekendDigits@ITREALMS, where the world is often measured in bits, bytes, and bottom lines, the narrative of "work" can sometimes feel like a secular necessity; a means to an end. But if we look closer at the theology of labour, we find a startling truth: For God so loved the world, He gave us work to do.
