“I came to send fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!” –Jesus of Nazareth
I’ve been told in the past that I “really lit a fire in” someone, or “really threw gasoline on the fire” in someone else’s life. They meant all these things in a good way, and I honestly believe the people weren’t lying at the time they said it.
But then, those fiery people ran into—or just went back to—other people, who didn’t have a fire. Instead (for the sake of a continuing metaphor) they had dirt to throw and big boots—perfect for stomping out fires. And they did—rather enthusiastically.
Then, those people turned their boots towards me, the source of the fire (so they thought). The only problem was, the real source of my fire is God’s spirit.
So, people stomped and stomped, and threw dirt, and water, and made mud, and tried to suck all the air out of the room with those extinguishers – to choke the life out of the fire. But, it didn’t work. So, they did what all good Fire Fighters do when something is starting to spread.
They made a firebreak.
The “cool” thing is, I’ve found it’s easier to be happy and peaceful when I’m not being stomped on. So, even though I might wish sometimes that things had turned out differently, I’m also “cool” with the way things are.
I’m just sorry for the people who keep getting stomped out by their “rescuers”.
And…yes, that person is green for a reason…boogers and envy…boogers and envy.
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