You never know when a rogue spark might jump back to life and catch some unsuspecting twig.
That's why, at night, when the campground settles down and the moon rises, every good Girl
Scout (or Boy Scout or any good camper who may or may not be
happy)--they know to scatter the coals. Everyone knows that if you want a
fire to burn down, you push it apart; you create distance so it'll cool
faster.
...so why is there so
much distance in the church? Why is it that the community of faith whose
call is to fan spiritual gifts into flame--why is it that so many of us
don't know the name of the person sitting next to us?
If
we want to see our churches alive and full of fire, we need to come
together and breathe new life on the coals that still burn. We need beg
for the Holy Spirit who lit the fire at Pentecost--the Holy Spirit who pulls us together; calls us to CONNECT and
encourage.
Because as long as there is a spark, there can be fire. And I want to see the church alive.
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