"Sharper than a Two-Edged"- Meat Saw!

Recently Jonathan ordered a meat saw, because with a steer to butcher, and possibly a deer and/or elk during hunting season--oh YAY! Jonathan just texted minutes ago from the mountains,
 that "Sam got her!"--I think that means a cow elk.
(No comments from peanut galleries!)
 it's hard to cut up our own meat with just knives and a hacksaw!

It took Jonathan and Sam hours to put the thing together, due to the instructions being in a foreign sort of English from--you guessed it--China. 

When we brought the meat quarters home from the butcher last week, we had to decide whether to go by the book in how to cut it up, or just cut the thing up any which way.

We compromised. 

We sort of went by the book, and cut up some of it every which way. 

 But the good news is, that meat saw actually worked! Yay!

Jonathan also bought a set of big butcher knives that were actually sharp, Iva!

(Iva is my sister who does NOT like my dull knives.)

So here everyone is working at their respective jobs and positions in the assembly line of butchering and cutting and wrapping beef for the freezer.

We set up two folding tables besides our kitchen table, and that, along with sharp knives and a meat saw, made the job so much easier.

 After supper, I helped with the finish up, and with cutting a big hunk of pork that had been frozen,  waiting from months ago to be turned into sausage.

I noticed how easy it was to cut that big hunk into small pieces for the grinder

when I had a strong, sharp knife.

Very sharp. 

You have to push and pull dull knives, but sharp ones slice right through with  much less effort.

You  have to pull and push and heave and wrestle to try to get some truth across to someone when you are doing it in your own strength, or just trying to push your own opinion across.

But when you have in your hand and on your lips the Word of God,

that Word that is sharper than any two-edged sword, 

it divides between spirit and soul, between emotions and the eternal soul,

between things of earth and things eternal,

between what feels good and what is good,

between man's opinion and God's opinion on matters.

Some of the meat we cut up, and some of the bones we turned to soup bones, and some of the bones we cut the meat off and then threw the bones to the dogs.

But some of the meat we ground up--twice through so it would be nicer meat.

That meat and its bones didn't have a choice whether it was cut up,  ground or thrown to the dogs.

The butcher and the family putting it in the freezer decided all that. 

But we have a choice with what is done with our life and our eternal soul.

Jesus said, "He Who falls on this stone shall be broken;

but on whomsoever it falls, he shall be ground into powder," like this winter squash given us by a rancher neighbor, that I put through the seive and turned into total mash for pies!

 

Lord, let Your Word divide between my soul and spirit, showing me the difference 

between merely what feels good and what is good.
 

I choose to fall on Your stone, the Rock, Christ Jesus, and let my will be broken into obedience to Your commands,

lest by setting myself up against You and Your Word I find myself later put through the grinder of Your judgment and be ground into powder.