Thinking about callouses

Tired this evening, so I leave you with an image of the sky from last weekend and a quote to consider.

From The Yellow Leaves by Frederick Buechner:

Listen not just to the words, but to the silences between the words, and watch not just the drama unfolding on the stage but the faces all around you watching it unfold. Years later when preaching a sermon about Noah, it was less the great flood that I tried to describe than the calloused palm of Noah's hand as he reached out to take the returning dove...

I'm intrigued by the image of Noah's hand reaching for the dove. What would that tell us about God? About Noah's relationship with him? About what we are to do in life?

I'll think about that tomorrow, and hopefully follow up with a blog post.