It is my habit to rise early, start the coffee my lover has prepared the night before, push the coals from the long night into a pile, lay tinder upon them, and pick up The Ancient Text. After a while, as the Spirit is moving in my heart and mind, a sudden coming occurs, lighting up the darkness in a Godly glow of hope and meaning. Fire has suddenly sprung to life as if some angel had slipped into our home and, brightly appearing, announced, “To God be the glory! Great things He hath done!” I sit and marvel as I stare at the fire and think how many times this miracle has stirred the hearts of men and women, giving hope, warmth, light, and renewed love for a God Who not only conceived of fire but, in an unfathomable act of kindness, shared it with us. Yes, to Him, The Fire Maker, be the glory and honor forever and evermore.
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