We live with fire. I know of few gifts that offer more comfort to our home than a living fire, warming, driving off the cold, and lighting the mornings and evenings of winter. It is a great comfort to sit and be slowly soaked up in its warmth, charity to our home, benevolence to our goodwill. Fire is so wrapped in God and His purposes on earth. He is often manifested in it; the bush and pillar come to mind, and He is easily imagined coming forth into our home this way. Fire, like first light, often carries my spirit away on the wings of a saffron dove.
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