“In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God:
He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry came before Him, even into His ears.
Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken,
because He was wroth [with my enemies].
There went up a smoke out of His nostrils, and fire out of His mouth devoured:
coals were kindled by it.“
The burning. The passionate love of Infinity, at once warming and burning, comforting and causing a terrible trembling…
And coals are kindled by it.
Every bit of warmth we possess, every bit of light, we owe to that wonderful, terrible fire.
Every ounce of usefulness, every drop of passion, any love for souls, any hatred for chains, any power to do anything about them… We owe it all to the burning.
And to be a coal– To glow red, rolled in ashes, this is a high honor.
The harder the wind blows, the hotter we glow.
Till we’re utterly consumed.
Can any other life compare?
December 8, 2012 at 2:53 pm
No, nothing else compares. Nothing. Else. May I never forget…
December 8, 2012 at 3:59 pm
Nothing else would ever compare. I don't want to ever forget either…
December 8, 2012 at 10:38 pm
_The harder the wind blows, the hotter we glow._ Is that why?
Why the high honor? Why does He give it to us?
December 9, 2012 at 1:14 am
A gift we often despise, yet it's the most priceless. . .
December 11, 2012 at 4:34 am
No… nothing else can compare. That honor is worth more than anything comprehensible. how blessed He makes us…
December 12, 2012 at 1:41 am
The wonder that while we were yet sinners, He was burning in His anxiety to come for us…
January 14, 2013 at 6:21 pm
You know, while reading and sharing this post, a thought came, and i obeyed truly in my soul: "Take your shoes off, sister, you're standing on holy ground.". Thank God for you, Sean, for being such an obedient tool in His Mastery hands!