“Our faith is tried because God is a goldsmith. When the goldsmith plunges gold into the fire, it is not because he hates the gold, but because he loves the gold enough to want to purify it of its dross. When the goldsmith beats the gold, it is not because he has contempt for the gold. He has a crown in mind” (God Rest Ye Merry, p. 98).
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Oh,amen to these words! This is the only kind of prosperity gospel I ever want to hear preached. ;)
Sometimes I think he likes golden pretzels – anyone else ever feel like Rold Gold?
But… my dross! I was saving that!
Boy, did I need to see this.
Unfortunately, I love my dross immensely. I guess that’s why the goldsmith must occasionally carry the gold up a mountain and throw it off the summit.