iron sharpening iron

There are days when I've barely a moment to be at my desk or engaged in any study. Days when I'm out and about with people.

Today's been that sort of day. The bulk of the morning was taken up like that. And the afternoon, too, meeting a man from another town for a long, drawn-out coffee (well, two, in fact) at the Dakota Hotel in South Queensferry. Nearer to here than it is to him, but a sort of half-way house.

These hours have all been fruitful. There's the time and the space to work things through.

"As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another," as the book of Proverbs puts it. It's true. We need that sort of thing.

And in some ways, too, it was much the same at night. Iron sharpening iron once again. Teasing out truth, with another group of people, from the parable Jesus told about the father with his two 'lost' sons.

All sorts of different things were coming out. Things which needed spoken. Hurts which needed healing. Faith which needed quickening.

Like the young man in the story Jesus told, a few more tentative steps on the road back to the Father and the realm of grace he rules.

Strange how extraordinarily potent the Word of God can be!

Life-giving, liberating truth.