Our calling is not to the maximum amount of suffering—in taking on the world’s fundamental alienation from God, Jesus has already been there and set us free from that. But our callings do mean that we will find ourselves at the places of pain, offering new creation in the midst of brokenness and forsakenness.
—Culture Making, p.262
Nate
:Blacksmith Shop
I liked the bellows operated by rope. A hand or a foot pedal - I don’t remember. But that blowing and blazing of fire! And a piece of iron in the fire, held there by tongs, Red, softened, ready for the anvil, Beaten with a hammer, bent into a horseshoe, Thrown in a bucket of water, sizzle, steam.
And horses hitched to be shod, Tossing their manes; and in the grass by the river Plowshares, sledge runners, harrows waiting for repair.
At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds, I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are.