For our God is a devouring fire. (Hebrews 12:29)
Relate: Growing up, we went camping two times a year. No, that is not the best way to say that. We went camping more than that and the two weekends I am thinking about were not really camping in the traditional sense. It would be better described as community living on a campground. The participants might vary from one one year to the next but in general you would have 6-7 families and 30-40 people all gathering together every Memorial Day and Labor Day weekend. We would all get adjacent camping spots and arrange our campers (and tents for the kids) in such a way that we could have one communal fire as a gathering spot for everybody.
As young boy I was a bit of a pyro. I know, I know that doesn’t make me unique, it just makes me exactly like every single other boy who has ever lived on this earth. I apologize to those environmentalists in this group but I have to admit that I have thrown into one of those fires just about everything that can be burned and some things that cannot. I have exploded rocks. Milk jugs I thought were pretty cool just so long as you hold your breath or keep it downwind. Styrofoam, those little green army action figures, one of my sister’s jelly shoes, a captured cricket (fortunately an adult saw us and forbid us to continue before I could convince one of the younger boys that roasted cricket was a delicacy he just had to try). My favorite was always a cup of water. If you set it right so it doesn’t spill, you can put a cup of water over a fire and it will not burn. The top might a little, but the rest will only do so slowly. However full that cup is, that portion will not burn. It is only as the water begins to boil and evaporate that the fire will burn its way down the cup.
React: Is there anything in my life that just does not seem like it will burn? Am I clinging to something that God wants to consume. Have I prayed over and over again for God to burn something out of my life and yet still it is there? That is because something inside me, like the water in that cup, is fighting the fire. The reality of the situation is that I am just not yet hot enough. Something needs to be boiled away before the fire can finish consuming.
I pray for you to consume me. I ask that you devour everything in my life until all that remains is You. Forgive me for the lukewarm in my life that is preventing You from doing Your work. I pray that You would bring it to a boil. Take and consume all of me so that all people will see is my heat radiating Your light.