Wow, another week gone and it is 5 minute Friday again.

The task — write for 5 minutes based on the prompt grit:

When the days drew near for him to be taken up, he set his face to go to Jerusalem.

(Luke 9:51 ESV)

Grit, immediately makes me think of gravel and the gravel rash from falling off my bike going fast down a hill. That pain and stinging of grit in an open wound, then the additional pain of having all that grit removed so the wound can heal.

The muck which gets into our open wounds from the bumps and scrapes of life does need to be removed so we can heal rather than letting it fester and rot.

But grit can be put to work also — as sandpaper for smoothing wood, in polishing stones to make beautiful gems. Starting with course grit and progressively using finer and finer grit until a sparkling polish results. The abrasiveness that destroys skin can be used to make beauty.

Then there is the other meaning of grit — to be resolute. As Jesus resolutely set His face toward Jerusalem — to meet the awful destiny awaiting Him. He did not shrink back, if He had we would all perish.

So, in the gritty mess and woundedness of life today, I need to resolutely set my face towards God, get back on my bike and pedal fast to meet the destiny God has for me.

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