Is not my word like fire, says the Lord, and like a hammer that breaks a rock in pieces?
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I lived in Pittsburgh for a short time. But it didn't take long for the city to become a part of me. Though Pittsburgh had begun a renaissance of movement from industrial steel production to a more diverse businesses, it still lived its label as the Iron City. Processing iron ore into steel is a massive, heated undertaking of controlled violence. There was giant machinery to crush rocks. Boiling caldrons of molten iron were manhandled volcanoes. Hammers and fire and blistering power transform a mountain of mines into skyscrapers, rocket ships, bridges, scapels, and spoons. Why are we, then, surprised at the process of making a disciple?
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We are in your hands, O Lord. Amen.