Monday, 7 November 2016

The Parable of the Broken Clock Maker


The old clock maker loved his clocks as much as any father could possibly love his children.

Each was formed in his heart before being realized on his work bench. Components were hand-built from the finest possible materials. Each clock case was painstakingly hand-carved from the finest block of wood. Then each clock was expertly assembled, by hand, by the skilled hands of the clock maker. After the springs and pulleys and gears and levers were sealed inside the clock, the clockmaker would paint a clock face on the front of each clock—sometimes all 12 numbers, sometimes just 12, 3, 6, and 9, and sometimes just a 12—it was really a matter of artistic license. To complete the construction of his clocks, the old artisan would paint the clock hands onto the clock face. Like the other markings on the clock face, the time he painted was a matter of license. After all, it didn’t really matter anyway, the clockmaker reasoned, each clock would get to be right two times every day.