God’s love sets you on fire – what happens after that depends on you. You can either respond to His love and burn brightly – like a beacon on top of a hill and allow your light to be seen by many. Or, you can hide your light away, not allowing the breath of the Holy Spirit to fan the dying embers into a useful, warming fire.
In some cases the urgency of God’s work may fade as we settle down to a routine of attending church, bible study and being nice to our neighbours. Not wanting to upset anyone by talking about what Jesus has done for us, least we be accused of ramming ‘religion’ down their throats. We can also feel good that we don’t commit murder or steal large amounts of money but when there’s a disaster somewhere we often give some money to alleviate the suffering – and, so, the flame of loving God in our heart – dies down - such that it no longer illuminates the path ahead.
What better way to finish, than Amy Carmichael’s words:
“Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire.
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.”
More fire!
God’s love sets you on fire – what happens after that depends on you. You can either respond to His love and burn brightly – like a beacon on top of a hill and allow your light to be seen by many. Or, you can hide your light away, not allowing the breath of the Holy Spirit to fan the dying embers into a useful, warming fire.
In some cases the urgency of God’s work may fade as we settle down to a routine of attending church, bible study and being nice to our neighbours. Not wanting to upset anyone by talking about what Jesus has done for us, least we be accused of ramming ‘religion’ down their throats. We can also feel good that we don’t commit murder or steal large amounts of money but when there’s a disaster somewhere we often give some money to alleviate the suffering – and, so, the flame of loving God in our heart – dies down - such that it no longer illuminates the path ahead.
What better way to finish, than Amy Carmichael’s words:
“Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire.
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.”