“God gives the hardest battles to the strongest soldiers.”
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I heard this while my son and I are watching TV, this was uttered by the host when the contestant showed his disappointment when he didn’t make it to the semi-finals. This is while I am listening to this song: Refiner’s fire from my son’s music list. Something hit me. Later on, ideas were slowly coming into my head and as usual, I correlated each instances and came up with this blog. For me it is somehow connected to each other.
The lesson from the Refiner’s fire and the quote above. One writer said that he doesn’t fully agree on this specific quote, saying that our strength comes from God Himself always. I agree on Him as well. The reason why I saw some connections is the belief of most people that God will never give us something we can not bear. And He knows it right from the start, He knows our capability because He is always with us and will assist us should we feel or think that we can not do it.
Almost 2 decades ago, I read the story of the Refiner’s fire. Young as I was. I see it to be very meaningful though it didn’t give any depth on me yet at that time. I encountered the story again after 10 years when my former boss shared it with us via an email. And it became more meaningful then, it gave me a more placid view. I witnessed different reactions from the other recipients of said email. Not until while I was browsing on my sons music list, I discovered that there’s a song created out of that story, it eventually brought out the human in me. More so, the lesson behind the story. What made it more consequential is to know that my teenage son was listening to it all this time. The story instantly became one of my guiding principle.
An intervention miraculously coming from the least expected times. God bringing me to the story each time I complained of something. This was the depth that was lacking during my first and second encounter with the story. The depth came from the time when it created an actual impact on us. Mine was to know that the story has inspired my son as well. I remember my mom, she also has this certain song which she often set to us as an example. “The footprints in the sand”.
It really takes time to create a good song or story. I am now in the process of finding a song that will mean the same for me. These kind of inspiration amazes me, resonating such gifts of wisdom and willingness to share them to mankind. Thanking God for all. I’d like to repost the story of the Refiner’s fire in case some of my readers havent encountered it yet. And all I can wish is that it’ll also inspire them the way it did to a lot of people including me and my son. God bless everyone. May we all be purified in His likeness. In His time.
The Refiner’s Fire Story
Some time ago, a few ladies met in a certain city to
read the scriptures and make them the subject of
conversation. While reading the third chapter of
Malachi they came upon a remarkable expression
in the third verse.
“And He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.”
One lady’s opinion was that it was intended to
convey the view of the sanctifying influence of the
grace of Christ. Then she proposed to visit a
silversmith and report to them 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 he fully described
“But Sir,” she said, “do you sit while the work of
refining is going on?” “Oh, yes madam, ” replied
the silversmith, “I must sit with my eye steadily fixed
on the furnace, for if the time necessary for refining
be exceeded in the slightest degree, the silver
will be injured.”
The lady at once saw the beauty, and comfort
too, of the expression,
“He shall sit as a refiner and purifier
Christ 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
As I was browsing on my son’s Facebook page, I was surprised to find out that he had been sharing a link about a recently controversial story of a local comedian whose video went viral all over the net. Said news brought hate and dismay to the majority as this guy was known (or perceived to be) a family man.
Just recently, one of his kid was diagnosed of a cancer and he even asked helped on this from the public. He is known to be happily married and said video was a shock to so many, it is his private moments with another woman.
The article that my son was sharing declares that this comedian’s affair has ended already and that he and wife were starting anew. The leak of the video as assumed by many was from the other woman’s’ wrath.
This isn’t the first time my son made me realized or exposed me into seeing the other side of every story, or every person. Or giving a person a fair chance to show his good side or perhaps a story’s good side. There was this neighbor of ours, same as his age, who got imprisoned and accused of forcing a girl and I instantly apprehended him from befriending that teenager. My son, without qualms, informed me that the girl was actually his girlfriend and the parents who sent him to jail are the girls’ parents since they are against him. Typical mentality of Filipino parents for young lovers.
I had some guilt for judging right away. Eventually, I got to know the guy and I realized he is not a bad person at all. He was very courteous, and had always been greeting us each time we bump with each other.
My son literally taught me this, or actually taught me not to judge someone instantly without digging in deeper.
I actually remember him as a little boy, around 5-6 years old. We will often apprehend him for being stubborn during Sunday mass, we were always there to run after him, only to find out that he is playing with street children who usually asks for money from the church goers. He will often disappear and we will caught him with the same group and he looked so happy and really enjoyed playing with them. He doesn’t care at all whether they look or smell differently from him or he is not aware, or he is still as innocent as a child can be. He doesn’t mind at all.
So many years had passed, he grew up with that innate trait, he does not judge a book by its’ cover. Seeing that article? Up to this very moment, He remained to be one. I guess I had to acquire that trait in no time. I love you Son. God is so good.
A day after I finished writing this and I was about to post this after work. I was talking to my soul buddy on our way home, she literally mentioned that it’s really true not to judge a book by its’ cover and we’re coming from another topic at that time. And I told her I was about to post it here, it was so timely and what a coincidence it had been. These two special people has always been in rhyme reminding me of beautiful things. They are like God’s representatives on earth. And I am so thankful having them in my life. It had been a double reminder for me. Thank you buddy! (–,)