The returning exiles in Nehemiah were doing ordinary work, stone by stone, in uncertain circumstances. And they stumbled onto a feast their ancestors had known and they had forgotten. They simply kept it. And there was very great rejoicing. That is what I find myself praying for, not a movement or a platform or a new strategy, but a quiet, local, congregation-by-congregation recovery of something that has been waiting to be restored. God filled Bezalel with the Spirit of God so that he could bring craft and beauty into the place where God dwelt among his people. The same God who made the world with boundless creativity and called it good has not stopped caring about what his church makes and offers back to him.