Glowing embers

"Behold, my servant whom I have chosen; My beloved in whom My soul is well-pleased; I will put My Spirit upon Him, and He shall proclaim justice to the gentiles. He will not quarrel, nor cry out; nor will anyone hear His voice in the streets. A battered reed will not break off, and a smoldering wick He will not put out, until He leads justice to victory. And in His name the gentiles will hope." (Matt 12:18-21)New American Standard

The fire was out in the wood furnace this morning and the basement was colder than usual. I gathered my fire starting materials and poked around in the dark ashes, mostly to transfer them to the ash pan below the grates. There in the corner securely nestled in the ash pile was one glowing ember about the size of my thumb. Insufficient heat to start a fire I reasoned, yet why not give it a shot and save a match or two? So I piled on my finest tinder, blew gently on the ember and settled down on my haunches to observe the outcome.

At first it was obvious that all the heat was being sucked from the ember because it darkened on contact with the fresh fuel I supplied, but I remained hopeful. After a moment or two, about the time my legs were beginning to scream at me in cramped protest, I noticed the slightest puff of smoke. With this encouragement I again blew on the ember and the puff of smoke became a steady column rising toward the back of the stove in the direction of the chimney. Shortly the flame erupted from the ember and I confidently added more fuel knowing that soon the house would again feel the warmth we so desire this time of year.

As I sat on my haunches and considered the burning ember and the hope for warmth on a cold winter's morning, it seemed reasonable to think about the spark of life that resides within us in the midst of a cold world


Prayer: Father help us to keep the spark that lives within us alive and to fan the passionate flames that reach out to all who long for warmth, peace and comfort

By Don in Maine