He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, and he will purify the sons of Levi and refine them like gold and silver, and they will bring offerings in righteousness to the Lord.
But He knows the way that I take; when He has tried me, I shall come out as gold.
In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith–more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire–may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
1 Peter 1:6-7
He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver. A silversmith sits with a steady eye on the furnace, for if the metal suffers more heat than what is necessary the silver is damaged. The silversmith knows the end product, a metal broken down and in its purest form. The purifying process is complete when the silversmith can see his own reflection in the metal.
The furnace is the various trials that test the genuineness our faith while the silversmith is the Lord. He keeps a watchful eye on our suffering and He knows just how much we need to break us and make us pure. He won’t give us any more then we need, but He also won’t give us less than we need. Does He delight to watch His children suffer? I don’t think He delights in it just as I don’t delight in seeing Lily hurt when she trips and skins her knee. But He sees the end product and knows the suffering is necessary. He delights in what we will be, which is why we are called to rejoice in our trials. When the purifying process is complete and he can see His reflection in us, then the fire will die.
Thankful that trials of this life have a purpose to be more like Him. Thankful that He watches the fire with a careful eye. Thankful that I am able to praise and honor Him in the midst of the fire, not only in the end when the fire is out.
May He see His image in me.
So place me on the potter’s wheel
Spin me until
There’s nothing left but You in my life
Cause brokenness is what I want
So do a work in my heart
So when You look at me
You see Your reflection
Potter’s Wheel by Daniel Bashta