I enjoy fire. It is one of the things I really look forward to about fall: getting out the fire pit and sitting around some crackling blaze. I enjoy the warmth, I enjoy the colors, and the way the flames jump unpredictably about.
There is something strangely attractive about fire. It's beautiful to be sure, but also destructive. There is no point at which fire is not destroying something, consuming something. That is intrinsic to its purpose. Of course it gives off light, and it gives off heat, but mainly it devours. It can be good and useful and wonderful, but it demands respect. The moment it doesn't get it, it rages.
If God is a consuming fire as we are told in Scripture, then we should be far more respectful of Him than we are.
Unfortunately, I haven't had a chance to have a fire yet this season. Hopefully sometime in the next week or so. I'll make some s'mores, lose some marshmallows in the flames. I'll smell like smoke and wood for a few days and it will be wonderful.
I wonder why they haven't made a cologne that smells like that.