Yesterday I built a fire in the backyard to burn some yard waste and wood scraps I refused to take to the dump.
I sat under the porch and watched the fire burn for several hours as the rain slowly drizzled around it and did some work on my laptop (I did the work, not the rain). I could watch a fire all day.
As I stared at the flames like Ricky Fitts I contemplated the paradox of fire: Dangerous and untameable, but as necessary and life-giving as shelter or clothing. It mystifies me that it could turn three trees and twenty board feet of lumber into a six-inch pile of ashes barely two feet across. Everything else was transformed into energy. Amazing!
Like the signature of an artist worked into a painting, God leaves hints of his own nature on everything he’s created. We just have to open our eyes
