A field we do not value goes to weed; a room we do not value never gets a fresh coat of paint; scrap metal is left to rush-but gold is so valued that we pass it through a refining fire to purify it.
That’s what our faith is like to God. Much too valuable to go the weed, faith grows as God leads the believer through life’s hardship-through the fire that burns away impurities-into heaven and peace. Faith that looks like peeling paint or rusted metal is faith that won’t budge, won’t step forward, won’t follow. Its immovability wears away its value. Growing faith is always on the move, always a little hot from these purifying fires.
1 PETER 1:7 – That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: