In Genesis 4 we are told briefly of two brothers,
-Jabal; he was the father of those who dwell in tents and have livestock. His brother’s name was Jubal; he was the father of all those who play the lyre and pipe.
Two brothers that were completely different. One brother was a outdoors-man sleeping in tents, hunting, fishing, survival. “You know all that outdoorsy stuff”.
Then the second brother was a musician. He spent his time playing guitars and making music. Can you imagine family reunions?
I’ve been out working all day building, nailing, cutting and this guy has just been sitting under the tree playing the harp all day!
Mom check this out, as one son plays the most beautiful arrangement ever written, as the other can’t clap on beat to save his life.
Yet in the mist of vast diversity we find a common truth. We need both! We need the builder the hunter; we need the artist the musician the poet.
We need the roof to keep us dry but we also need the beauty, reminding us of why we are staying dry.
Unity in diversity. One body many members.
Some build tents, some play music. Some tents become music, and some music becomes tents.