Fire

I spent most of today working on our 6 acres, cleaning up brush and limbs out of the woods, and cutting down a huge pine that died late last fall. I needed to get it before it became a safety hazard. It’s twin is about 100 ft. away, and I hope to take it down next weekend.

It was so neat, piling up these large logs on the burning pile, and striking a match to them. I stood there for a long time, just watching the flames spread, hearing the limbs crack and pop, and breathing in the scent of burning pine. I can watch a good fire for a long, long time. I don’t know what that says about me, but I believe it is something primal. There is something so fundamental about fire, it is timeless, a window into the power and mystery of God.

Fire is an amazing thing, I guess I don’t know the true scientific explanation of it, and I don’t really care to. I like looking into it, and being suddenly transported to a place where there are no clocks, no cell phones, no other complications of life. I am alone with fire, a proto-man warming himself by a fire that has not changed since time began. In it I see the beginning of the world, the end of the world, my Creator, safety, and all mystery. Fire is pure, it warms the heart as well as the body. It purifys my food, warms my stomach, burns away the impurities. It is what seperates man from the beasts of the field. No wonder that ancients worshipped it, and were in awe of it.

Our God is a consuming fire.

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About chuck

Aha! Look what I've created. I... have... made... FIRE!!!
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