Once again in this early fall morning, darkness still not giving in as he pals around with cold, I sit quietly beside a roaring kiln fire, the majesty of it transforming the roar to a powerful presence. Unless one has spent years beside a kiln it would be impossible to perceive the beauty of the basic elements, earth, water, air, and fire, being mightily constrained inside a box. The box roars, the fire spews forth every hole seeking air enough to burn, the heat continually drives you further and further back as these elements are violently but serenely rearranging atoms, neutrons, and protons with earth metals of copper, cobalt, and magnesium to produce colors unimaginable in any canvas painted by man. It is truly God’s work going on inside this magic box and roar is a sound His creating well produces. And I have been allowed to sit beside His workspace quietly reading His Ancient Text, having a cup of good coffee, and imagining the wonder of what my Savior's up to inside that box?
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