Fire: It Hurts So Good

Oh the mystery. The unknown is a place of testing. A perspective which has just as much potential to inspire fear as it does Awe. Oh how weak we truly are, only a fire can really reveal such an obvious circumstance. Our frailty, our helplessness truly apparent when the flames of trial reveal the true meaninglessness of every worldly asset one possesses. The truth, brilliantly defined when the scorching heat consumes all that which was once a source of comfort or confidence. That which remains is Truth. The density of residing worldly objects parallels the time invested into it which also parallels the intensity and duration of the fire necessary for its complete and utter destruction. ‘Though You slay me, I will trust in You.’ This process of substitution of infinite for that which was finite is knowingly beneficial in its outcome, painful in its process and I trust, never unnecessary. When do we want our fire I ask? On earth while the space once occupied by finite subjects can be gracefully replaced with the infinitude of God’s glory? Or in heaven, when all that potential lost is realized at the Bema seat of Christ? ‘Consider it all joy my brothers…’ ‘…For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, works for us a far more exceedingly and eternal weight of glory.’ That which experiences pain is due to die, eventuating in the infinite experience of restoration which inherently is nothing less then intimacy with infinitude, our Creator, the Holy one.