More than a name, an action. It states my identity and intent.
So let me re-introduce myself. I am Swingin Hammers.
So when I was growing up I was always the first to swing. I would lie to get my way and I would fight if I didn’t like it. I didn’t always win, but I tried.
I discovered a hole in myself that I’d been running from for years. And when I couldn’t do it anymore, I quit running. There I stood. Out of breath, out of options. I heard whispers of a great love. Of a great truth. So I ran to it, still skeptical.
When I bought a bible at Walmart for $12 and sat to read it every morning on my couch I found that Jesus met me there. He called me His own and said that there are most certainly parts of me that needed to die, but there were parts of me, as evil as they were, that needed to be turned. To be used for good. Re-purposed. So he turned the hammers I’d been swingin at Him, at the things that were breaking me. At my sin. At the lies I’ve been told and tell myself.
So I won’t stop swingin hammers. Because I was made to tear things down. And to build things up.
“Behold I have put my words in your mouth. See, I have set you this day over nations and kingdoms, to pluck up and to break down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant.” – Jeremiah 1:9-10