Those Darn Impurities!

Throughout the day today, this blog post has come to mind.  

It is from 2009.  

I can rarely remember what I did yesterday, moreless four years ago, but as I read, I remembered.  

The reason this particular post has penetrated my heart, is because today, four years after having surgery to remove two molars, bone fragments starting piercing through the gum line.  

This happened for several months following the surgery, and I was told to expect it.

The process is painful.  

It stinks from infection.  

But it is necessary.  

Boy was I thankful when the fragments came out!

Then it dawned on me, isn't that how it is in the Christ-centered life?  

Sometimes it is painful.  

Sometimes it down right stinks.  

But, (and I love the word but), it is necessary to turn me into the person Lord wants me to be . . . . for His glory.  

And yes, there is a new thankfulness once we've walked through the pruning process!

I am not sure what you are carrying tonight, or what impurities the Lord is trying to work on, but just as He reminded me this evening, it is for the good of the Kingdom.  

Another thought, just because "we" think the Lord has finished working in a particular area, doesn't mean "He" is.  

Refining is a process.  

I came across this story, and after re-reading it (and smiling), sensed I was to share it.


And he shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver: and he shall purify the sons of Levi, and purge them as gold and silver, that they may offer unto the LORD an offering in righteousness.  Malachi 3:3

While reading Malachi chapter 3, a group of women in a Bible study came upon a remarkable expression in the third verse: "And He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." 

One woman spoke up and said the verse was intended to convey the sanctifying influence of the grace of God. Then she said she would visit a silversmith and report to the other women what he said on the subject.

She went accordingly and, without telling the object of her errand, begged to know the process of refining silver, which the smith described to her. 

"But, sir," she said, "do you sit while the work of refining is going on?" 

"Oh, yes, ma'am," replied the silversmith. "I must sit with my eye steadily fixed on the furnace, for if the time necessary for refining is exceeded in the slightest degree, the silver will be injured." 

The woman at once saw the beauty and comfort of the expression, "He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." 

God sees it needful to put His children into a furnace: His eye is steadily intent on the work of purifying, and His wisdom and love are both engaged in the best manner for them. Their trials do not come at random: "the very hairs of your head are all numbered." 

As the woman was leaving the shop, the silversmith called her back and said he had forgotten to mention that the only way to know when the purifying process is complete is . . . 

 . . .when he can see his own image reflected in the silver.

Author Unknown

He will see us through.

He is making us more into His image.

And I like that.