The Blacksmith

The Blacksmith



You perhaps recall the story of the blacksmith who gave his heart to God. Though conscientious in his living, still he was not prospering materially. In fact, it seemed that after his conversion, more trouble, affliction, and loss were sustained than ever before.



Everything seemed to go wrong.



One day a friend, who was not a Christian, stopped at the little shop of the blacksmith to talk with him. Sympathizing with him in some of his trials, the friend said, "It seems strange to me that so much affliction should pass over you just at the time when you have become an earnest Christian. Of course, I don't want to weaken your faith in God, or anything like that, but here you are with God's help and guidance, and yet things seem to be getting steadily worse. I can't help wondering why it is."



The blacksmith did not answer immediately, and it was evident that he had thought of the same question before. But finally he said, "You see the raw iron which I have here to make into horseshoes. You know what I do with it? I take a piece and heat it in the fire until it is red, almost white with the heat. Then I Hammer it unmercifully to shape it as I know it should be shaped. Then, I plunge it into a pail of cold water to temper it. Then, I heat it again and hammer it some more. And this I do until it is finished.



"But sometimes I find a piece of iron that won't stand up under this treatment. The heat and the hammering and the cold water are too much for it. I don't know why it fails in the process, but I know it will never make a good horseshoe.



He pointed to a heap of scrap iron that was near the door of his shop. "When I get a piece that cannot take the shape and temper, I throw it out on the scrap heap. It will never be good for anything."



He went on, "I know that God has been holding me in the fires of affliction and I have felt his hammer upon me, but I don't mind if only he can bring me to what I should be. And so in all these hard things, my prayer is simply this: 'Try me in any way you wish Lord, but please don't throw me on the scrap heap.'"



Author Unknown

Submitted by Richard

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