The Uncomfortable Craft: Why Your Character Needs Faithful Wounds
My braai was a masterpiece. The boerewors was sizzling, the lamb chops were perfectly caramelised, and the smell of roosterkoek filled the Akasia evening. The conversation, however, had taken a turn. A friend, a brother I’ve walked with for years, leaned in and said, “Harlo, can I share something? That comment you made earlier… it came across as proud. It bruised me.”
The coals crackled. For a second, every instinct in me wanted to get defensive. Who is he to say? Doesn’t he see the log in his own eye? I could have cited the load-shedding stress, the endless potholes on the R80 that had frayed my nerves. We South Africans are experts at deflection, aren’t we? We blame Eskom, we blame the municipality, we blame the past—anything to avoid the piercing mirror of truth held by a friend.
But by God’s grace, I paused. I remembered the proverb that has been etched into my spirit: “Faithful are the wounds of a friend” (Proverbs 27:6). In that moment, the sizzle of the meat was a soundtrack to a choice: would I reject the chisel, or would I let it shape me?
We live in a culture allergic to correction. Our social media feeds are echo chambers of affirmation. We curate our lives into highlight reels and block anyone who dares to offer a critical comment. We’ve traded truth for tolerance, and conviction for comfort. We’d rather be stunted and comfortable than pruned and productive. This isn’t just a Western problem; it’s a human one, dressed in Mzansi flavours. We value ubuntu—but true ubuntu isn’t just about community harmony; it’s about community holiness, which sometimes requires the courageous, costly act of speaking truth in love.
Let me define our terms with logical precision, for clarity is the first step to conviction:
· Correction: Not cruelty, but love’s necessary surgery. It is the intentional act of aligning a brother or sister with the objective standard of God’s truth.
· Faithful Wounds: These are not the reckless criticisms of an enemy nor the gossip of the crowd. They are the precise, painful, and purposeful insights of a friend who values your character more than your comfort.
The argument for embracing correction can be formulated thus:
1. Major Premise: God, in His perfect love, is committed to conforming us to the image of His Son (Romans 8:29). This is His ultimate good for us.
2. Minor Premise: This process of conformation often requires the painful but purposeful removal of our sin, pride, and error—a process the Bible calls pruning (John 15:2) or refinement.
3. Instrument: One of the primary instruments God uses to accomplish this pruning is the faithful correction of our spiritual family (Proverbs 27:17, Hebrews 3:13).
4. Conclusion: Therefore, to reject the faithful correction of a friend is to resist the loving sanctifying work of God Himself.
A common objection is: “But isn’t it judgmental to point out someone’s fault? Doesn’t Jesus say ‘Judge not’?” This is perhaps the most frequently wielded—and misapplied—verse in our modern age. However, this objection fails because it ignores the context and the rest of Scripture. Jesus’s command in Matthew 7:1 is a prohibition against hypocritical, self-righteous condemnation, not a blanket ban on spiritual discernment. In the very same chapter, Jesus instructs us to first remove the log from our own eye so that we can see clearly to remove the speck from our brother’s eye (Matthew 7:5). He doesn’t say to ignore the speck; He calls for humble, clear-eyed assistance in its removal.
The African proverb my grandmother used resonates deeply here: "The wise man feels the thorn, thanks the one who points it out, and removes it." The fool, by contrast, shouts at the messenger and limps through life with the thorn still festering in his foot.
Picture, if you will, two blades of iron. One is sharp, purposeful, able to cleave through wood and prepare a fire for warmth and sustenance. The other is dull, useless, fit only for the scrapheap. How does the sharp one gain its edge? Only by grinding against another piece of iron. There is friction. There are sparks. But the result is a tool of immense usefulness. “As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another” (Proverbs 27:17). God’s design for community is not a mutual appreciation society; it is a forge where our characters are honed for His glory.
So, how do we practice this? It requires a wartime mentality. We are in a spiritual battle for our souls and the soul of our nation. When a fellow soldier points out an enemy sniper you haven’t seen, you don’t debate his tone—you thank him and take cover! Our sin, our pride, our wrong attitudes are the snipers seeking to take us out. We need watchmen on the wall.
This week, as we navigate the same struggles—the frustration of rolling blackouts, the anxiety over yet another petrol price hike, the grim headlines of corruption and crime—let us not let these external pressures become excuses for internal decay. Instead, let us invite the faithful wound. Let us ask a spouse, a child, a trusted friend: “Where am I blind? Where is the thorn in my foot that I cannot see?”
Pray with me, from right where you are:
Father, this is a hard truth. My pride rebels against it. Forgive me for valuing my comfort more than my character. Give me the humility of Jesus, who embraced the ultimate correction for my sin on the cross. Send me faithful friends who love me enough to wound me. And make me that kind of friend for others. Transform these faithful wounds into wisdom. Prune me, Lord, for greater fruit. Let my life be a testament to Your gracious, chiselling hand. In the name of the One who was wounded for my transgressions, Jesus Christ, I pray. Amen.

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