The Sword

Long ago, at a time when wars were fought with swords, in a warring country, lived a young, valiant man who yearned to fight at the front lines of the raging battle. He was courageous and often asked his father for a sword so he could fight in the war. The father, a wise and noble man, denied him the privilege each time the young man asked. The want-to-be warrior became increasingly impatient. One day, in despair and frustration, he took his moneybag and set out for the blacksmith to buy his own sword.

When he arrived at the blacksmith, he saw two men hitting a red-hot rod alternately with precise blows, filling the air with loud clanking. The men looked tired and dirty, but kept diligent eyes on their work. Tools of every kind hung from hooks, lay in corners, and filled dirty shelves. A tall, burly man stood in the back by a stone fire pit next to a pile of wood and a giant bellow. He was tending a hot fire.

The tall man saw the young one, wiped his sweaty brow and walked toward him. “What can I do for you?”

“I need a sword for the war,” said the young man with a fire in his voice, matching the heat of the embers in the pit. “I will kill our enemies until they are completely destroyed!” he said and gave the man his moneybag.

The fire stoker, who was the head blacksmith, sensed the determination in the young man’s voice.

“Come on in!”

The young man was excited. It wouldn’t be long and he would be able to join the war.

The blacksmith looked at the coins in the bag and replied,

“I am sorry, but this is not nearly enough,” and seeing the determination in the young man’s face, he continued,

“Would you like to work for me? We are short-handed in here. Soldiers need new swords for their warfare. Many need their weapons sharpened. Men are dying for lack of good swords.”

The young man felt disappointment rise up in his fearless heart. But, since he was also a charitable man, and in need of a sword, he asked,

“What I can do for you?”

The blacksmith’s face grew a warm smile behind his long, gray beard.

“I will show you. Come!”

The young man followed the blacksmith to the fire pit.

“Tend this fire! Do not let it go out, young friend,” the blacksmith said, grateful for the help.

All day the young man kept the fire burning. When he ran out of wood, he carried in more. When all the cut logs were gone, he chopped more wood. At the end of the day he was exhausted.

“Come back tomorrow,” the blacksmith said. The young man agreed, for he was eager and loyal. He returned to the shop day after day.

As time went on, the young man grew fond of the men in the shop and became devoted to the hardworking blacksmith. He hauled iron and wood, kept the fire going, and tended to the various jobs. Day after day he grew stronger and more vigorous in his work. Soon, he knew how hot the fire had to be in order for the metal to be rightly heated. He knew what tools to use, when to strike the glowing iron, how to forge new swords and most of all, how to make swords sharper than any other swords around. Even though in the depth of his heart he longed to be on the battlefront, over time, he became a devoted and capable blacksmith.

One day, while airing the fire with the bellow, he noticed a soldier by the door. He looked tired and worn. His uniform was bloody and his hands dirty. The soldier walked in, drew his sword from his sheath and laid it on the anvil.

“Did you forge this sword?” he asked the young man.

The young man knew the sword well for he had held it in his hands for many days while forging its metal when it was hot. He remembered how he had worked for hours to craft it into the sharpest sword anyone had ever seen. He nodded his head.

The soldier looked into the eyes of the young man and said with kindness,

“My valiant fellow soldier, the war was won last night. The country is free. Though many are injured and slain, the enemy could not withstand the power of this weapon. This very sword killed the king of our enemy. I wanted to thank you and return it to you as a sign of my gratitude.”

The young man picked up the sword from the anvil on which he had forged and sharpened it and looked at it with pride.

That night he walked home with a grateful heart, knowing that his sword had slain the enemy in the battle he was not allowed to see.

The Word is forged and proven true
In hearts of those who follow Christ,
Becomes a weapon piercing through
The darkest evil – slaying lies.

There on the anvil of the soul,
The Truth is driven deep below.
The Father, in the blacksmith’s role,
Crafts swords with every painful blow.

He asks His warring child to wield
His Word, the doubled-edged Sword –
Not fear the prayer-battlefields –
For every battle is the LORD’s.

“For though we walk in the flesh, we are not waging war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ” 2 Corinthians 10:3-5

Lord, let me stand strong in the battle of prayer. Draw me to your Word of Truth, the only weapon that will defeat the enemy of our souls.” (Story, poem and bottom picuture, Heidi Viars, Scriptures taken from the ESV)

26 responses to “The Sword”

    1. Thanks for reading, Anna 🙂

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  1. This is so good and so beautifully written, Heidi. I love the poem.

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    1. Thanks for reading, my friend … and leaving me with your encouragement.


  2. Wow! Such a powerful story and poem, Heidi! Thank you for the reminder to wield the Word and remember the battle is the Lord’s. Love and blessings to you!

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    1. Thank you for reading, dear Trudy! Keep wielding the sword in this unseen battle, which indeed, belongs to the Lord 🙂

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  3. Wow, Heidi. What a powerful story! I think I’m going to need to share it with one of my sons. We can become discouraged being in a battle we can’t see. But God . . . He strengthens us as we learn His word and implement it. I’m still processing this post. So powerful!

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    1. Blessings to you, dear Jeanne, as you wield the sword of truth in the unseen fights. Praying you keep your swords sharpened. 🙏🤗 Thank you for your encouragement, it means more than you know.


  4. Wow, Heidi! I was immediately drawn in to your beautiful storytelling, and I love how you tied it to your moral and poem at the end. So talented 👏🏼

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    1. Thank you for reading and blessing me with your kind comment. Blessings to you as you continue in the good fight.

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  5. The beauty of truth crafted in this piece is one to celebrate. Giving thanks to God for His faithfulness in leading you, and in turn leading us, to trust and honor Him in every battle–large and small. ❤️

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    1. Only God … Thank you for continuing in the fight, dear friend. ❤️


  6. Wow! Great story, lesson, and poem!

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    1. Thank you, Ruth, for reading. Love your blog. I am grateful we crossed path.

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      1. You’re welcome!
        Thanks so much for your words of encouragement! May the crossing of our paths continue! 😊

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  7. Wow, Heidi. Abba has certainly blessed you with a creative mind that gets His message across. I will be certainly pondering this story for days and even years to come. May our Captain continue to lead us on 🙏🏽

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    1. Deandra, thank you so much for reading. Yes, may He continue to lead the charge in the war that’s already won. Blessings, dear friend ❤️

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      1. It was my absolute pleasure 💕
        Oh yes! We are on the winning side. Hallelujah!!
        His Shalom be upon you always sweet friend 🌺

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  8. Thank you Heidi for this important illustration that we can remember, to realize that it is vital to obey Christ and follow Him to do the work that He has prepared for us to do (Ephesians 2:10). For He alone knows where we fit in the body of Christ. And thank you for this scripture reference, it is indeed necessary for us to remember for our daily battle! May our God bless you to continue in the work He ordained for you.

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    1. Thank you for reading, friend. He indeed knows the works He has for us 🙂 Blessing to you as you continue to obey Him


  9. Heidi, I was a producer, writer, director & actor of a radio theater branch of a radio network. When reading short stories I rarely hear the imaginary music beds & sound effects. However, I did just now with your story. Nicely scratched. Pounds out great truths. God’s grip – Alan

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    1. Alan, your encouragement means more than you know to this wee soldier and unlikely sword-wielder. THANK YOU ☺️

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  10. Heidi, this is brilliant. Not only have you told a memorable allegory, but included some of your on-point poetry. No doubt others will feel what I did upon finishing: renewed passion for fighting the battle we cannot see, with God’s double-edged sword of truth. May we all persevere on the battle-field of prayer. Thank you, dear friend, for such fine inspiration!

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    1. Thank you, Nancy, for your words of encouragement. Maybe you battle well and persevere … We know who wins the war 🤗

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    1. Thank you for reading, dear Wendy 🤗


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