This morning as I walked the kids to school you could smell it. The wind was blowing so hard you couldn’t tell where it was from, but it was definately smoke. “It smells like hotdogs cooking!” said our jubilant one. She would, of course, think of the fun end of things. My mind was turning over a recent fire that came dangerously close. Our pastor, while fighting it at night in his backyard, fell from a cliff and by the grace of God was caught in a bush and managed to pull himself back up. The next day as they looked at the place where he fell in the light they realized that his fall could have been several hundred feet. God is good.
No one seemed concerned about the fire this morning. Life went on as normal all around me. Perhaps it’s so common that unless it threatens our back door no one cares. Aren’t I just the same in my attitude? I have the truth that could save those around me, but I go along as if nothing is the matter and only when it directly effects me am I willing to take the risk of fighting the enemy. Though it’s a gorgeous sunny day out, the smell of smoke should remind me of the danger that exists. I should act like one “on fire” in my urgency.
Thank you Lord: for saving our dear pastor’s life,for beautiful breezy days and reminders to be aware of opportunity, for little girls who see the bright side in everything, for a Geneva opportunity for a son, for a day without diesel smell and a curious cement pipe,for new neighbors, for a changed outlook with a turned room, for a longtime friend who listens…