Campfires. I’m convinced they’re a gift from heaven, a fingerprint of God. I can sit around them for hours at a time, whether alone or with a group. They crackle, they hiss, they pop. Sometimes they rage. They are relaxing and tranquilizing, and simultaneously wild and soul stirring. They provide heat and light on cool nights. They burn away unwanted debris and garbage. They are alive, constantly drawing my attention, and the gaze of anyone else nearby, to the bright flame that tramples the darkness.
After our first full day in Ontario, we spent the evening sitting around a large fire pit near the bank of the Montreal River. During our teaching time, I asked the group the question “Do you like campfires?” I remember the look on the face of one young adventurer as soon as he heard the question. His face lit up like a fire itself, eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face. “Yes!” he declared. I saw other similar expressions. I went on to ask them why, and their responses mirrored the ones listed above. There is something universal and transcendent about these bright, hot wonders.
And the best part of all is that the Bible—that old book that for some is full of dust; for others misinterpreted and haunting; for others life-changing and full of power, truth, and life—has much to say about fire.
Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our “God is a consuming fire.” Hebrews 12:28–29