Rust or Blood?

Growing up in Clyde, KS, I had the opportunity to work for a couple of farmers. While working for Leonard Matson, I got to plow the wheat fields on a tractor without a cab. I remember hooking up the plow the first time and looking at each face of the plowshares. They were a deep rust color. (Ironic in that at the end of the season I had to cake them with grease.) After greasing up all of the fittings, I made the first pass and then checked the plow. I looked at the plowshares and noticed that they were shined up like mirrors. Amazing that just a little work had put a high polish on them.

Last year while at a home school conference, I ran across a book that had a quote by Martin Luther in it. I don't remember the exact quote, but it was something like don't let your Christianity rust, because the evil one will see this and know that he doesn't have any work to do in you.

When Christ was nailed to the cross, the nails and wood were red, not with rust, but with blood. He was not resting even up until his death. Praise God!!

Keep working in God and he'll make you shine at the end.