The author writes, "In the shop of a blacksmith, there are three types of tools. There are tools on the junkpile: outdated, broken, dull, rusty. They sit in the cobwebbed corner, useless to their master, oblivious to their calling. There are tools on the anvil: melted down, molten hot, moldable, changeable. They lie on the anvil, being shaped by their master, accepting their calling. There are tools of usefulness: sharpened, primed, defined, mobile. They lie ready in the blacksmith's tool chest, available to their master, fulfilling their calling."
At the end of his report, Eli said, "This book shows the value of life. It shows that there is always hope. It shows that you don't have to be dusty in the corner of the workshop. This book probably leaves everyone with the question of which tool they are. I believe that I am on the anvil."
I was quite struck by his insight. I've seen such growth in him recently. Last Sunday he worked up the courage to pray at the communion table for the first time. This was the second time this school year that he's volunteered to speak during chapel. Circumstances in our lives over the years have certainly shaped Eli by fire. However, along the way he's also been forged by the examples and influence of those around him. So many have stepped in to fill gaps that Jason and I are often simply unable to cover. There is the uncle who has willingly played the part of bad cop in order to convince Eli to participate in worthwhile activities. There are teachers who are selfless and inspire Eli to be more like Christ. He has an aunt and uncle who throw his suitcase in with the rest, and drive him to youth rallies and camp. There are those who tirelessly encourage Eli to leap beyond his comfort zone. This mom thanks you from the bottom of her grateful heart.
"In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your father in heaven." (Matthew 5:16)
