Chapter Reflection

This chapter exposes a tragic irony: humans possess enough intelligence to navigate the complexities of the world, yet they stumble when identifying the Source of its beauty. The author begins with a surprising note of empathy, suggesting that those who worship the stars or the wind are partially excused because they are genuinely seeking God, even if they mistake the masterpiece for the Master. However, the tone shifts sharply when describing the craftsman who fashions a god from leftover scraps of wood. It is a jarring image of a man using high-quality timber for his dinner fire and then carving a deity out of the gnarled, useless residue. The chapter ends on a note of profound absurdity, showing a living man with moving feet begging for a safe journey from a block of wood that cannot even stand without being nailed to a wall.

Source of BeautyCreative IronyInanimate Intermediaries

Wisdom of Solomon 13

1Surely vain are all men by nature, who are ignorant of God, and could not out of the good things that are seen know him that is: neither by considering the works did they acknowledge the workmaster;

2But deemed either fire, or wind, or the swift air, or the circle of the stars, or the violent water, or the lights of heaven, to be the gods which govern the world.

3With whose beauty if they being delighted took them to be gods; let them know how much better the Lord of them is: for the first author of beauty hath created them.

4But if they were astonished at their power and virtue, let them understand by them, how much mightier he is that made them.

5For by the greatness and beauty of the creatures proportionably the maker of them is seen.

6But yet for this they are the less to be blamed: for they peradventure err, seeking God, and desirous to find him.

7For being conversant in his works they search him diligently, and believe their sight: because the things are beautiful that are seen.

8Howbeit neither are they to be pardoned.

9For if they were able to know so much, that they could aim at the world; how did they not sooner find out the Lord thereof?

10But miserable are they, and in dead things is their hope, who call them gods, which are the works of men’s hands, gold and silver, to shew art in, and resemblances of beasts, or a stone good for nothing, the work of an ancient hand.

11Now a carpenter that felleth timber, after he hath sawn down a tree meet for the purpose, and taken off all the bark skilfully round about, and hath wrought it handsomely, and made a vessel thereof fit for the service of man’s life;

12And after spending the refuse of his work to dress his meat, hath filled himself;

13And taking the very refuse among those which served to no use, being a crooked piece of wood, and full of knots, hath carved it diligently, when he had nothing else to do, and formed it by the skill of his understanding, and fashioned it to the image of a man;

14Or made it like some vile beast, laying it over with vermilion, and with paint colouring it red, and covering every spot therein;

15And when he had made a convenient room for it, set it in a wall, and made it fast with iron:

16For he provided for it that it might not fall, knowing that it was unable to help itself; for it is an image, and hath need of help:

17Then maketh he prayer for his goods, for his wife and children, and is not ashamed to speak to that which hath no life.

18For health he calleth upon that which is weak: for life prayeth to that which is dead; for aid humbly beseecheth that which hath least means to help: and for a good journey he asketh of that which cannot set a foot forward:

19And for gaining and getting, and for good success of his hands, asketh ability to do of him, that is most unable to do any thing.

Who God is

How does the 'first author of beauty' challenge you to look through the majesty of the physical world rather than stopping at its surface?

The condition of man

What does it reveal about your nature that you can feel a deep desire to find God, yet still find yourself asking for life from things that have no breath?