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Fire God ignited my conscience. This fire in my heart
never goes out. If I cover it up with shame, it can't be seen anymore. When I
get near others with my flame unsheathed, their match warms up, and sometimes
ignites. If I go away they just might go out unless God lights it. I used to
be a match that was warmed by people around me. Only God can sustain this
eternal fire. I can't help but let this fire affect other people. This fire
that feels so good in my heart is torture to those who live against it. I
feel like I need to lead others to where they can be lit out of empathy. The flame’s attributes are what torment those who don't
belong, because they have the opposite. Hate, jealousy, turmoil, discontempt,
brutality, harshness, evilness, unreliability, lack of control... Everyone
who doesn't follow God knows deep in his or her heart, at least at a
subconscious level that living with God is the only life. Those who reject
this truth will suffer from that burning flame everyone feels. Of the
portrait of the flame, joy stands out. The other parts are completing, they
make God's children whole. But Joy doesn't just complete, it overflows. When
God gives joy, He doesn't just give enough; He gives so much that it infects
everyone around - as if our temperament were a cup and God didn't stop
filling with joy when it got to the top. Instead He pours so much that it
spills into the cups of people around. If someone seeking God with all their
heart had trouble telling others about God, God would tell others for them by
the vast Joy He gives. Pg. 10 © 2004 Kai Napohaku
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