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**Sharpened by Grace**


The vibrant tapestry of life in Pretoria is a beautiful, if sometimes chaotic, thing. It’s a city that reflects both the light and the shadow of our nation – a nation grappling with inequality, corruption, and the echoes of a painful past, even as we celebrate our vibrant democracy and the incredible resilience of our people. This tension, this constant dance between light and shadow, is a lot like our faith, wouldn’t you agree?

Recently, the load shedding crisis has been particularly brutal. Days bleed into nights, lit only by flickering candles and the glow of phone screens. It’s a constant reminder of our vulnerability, of the precariousness of even the most basic comforts. But in the darkness, something remarkable happens. We find ourselves drawn together, neighbours sharing stories, anxieties, and the last bit of battery power. We become more reliant on each other, more aware of our shared humanity, more dependent on the light of each other's presence, much like the early church in the book of Acts.

This brings me back to Sipho, my friend. Proverbs 27:17 resonates deeply with our friendship – “As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” Sipho, a successful entrepreneur navigating the complexities of the South African business world, is currently wrestling with a deep sense of spiritual dryness. He’s like a finely crafted spear, magnificent in its design, but dulled by the relentless grind of ambition.

Our recent conversations haven’t been easy. We’ve had to grapple with the uncomfortable truths lurking beneath the polished surface of our lives, the spiritual complacency that creeps in when we become too comfortable. It was like a blacksmith's forge, hot and intense, yet ultimately refining. We didn't shy away from the sharp edges of our struggles; instead, we used them to hone each other, sharing our vulnerabilities in the faith, acknowledging our failures, and finding comfort in the shared struggle. This isn't some Hallmark card friendship, all sunshine and rainbows. It’s messy, sometimes painful, but ultimately profoundly strengthening.

Theologians have wrestled for centuries with the concept of *kenosis* – the self-emptying of Christ. It’s a profound idea, isn't it? God, in his infinite power, chose to empty himself, to become vulnerable, to experience the full weight of human suffering, not to remain aloof and distant. In our friendships, we are invited to participate in that same kenosis, to lay down our pride, our self-sufficiency, and allow ourselves to be sharpened by the friction of genuine connection.

The challenge, of course, is that this kind of intimacy requires courage and vulnerability. It requires letting go of the need to control the narrative, to always be "right," to always appear strong. In our social media saturated world, where we curate perfect images of ourselves, this can feel incredibly threatening. But it’s in these moments of vulnerability, in the shared spaces of imperfection, that God's grace shines brightest. He uses the messiness of our lives, the brokenness of our relationships, to create something beautiful and enduring; something that looks a lot like a community of faith forged in the fires of adversity.

So, my fellow citizens of Pretoria, my friends, let us choose to be sharpened. Let us embrace the uncomfortable friction of honest relationships, recognizing that the most beautiful tools are those forged in the fire of faith and refined by the grace of God. For it is in the midst of the daily struggles, the load shedding, and the complexities of South African life, that we discover the true strength of our faith and the transformative power of authentic community. Let us too allow ourselves to be cultivated, to be shaped, and sharpened by God's grace.


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