The Fire Starter
No one would ever make the claim that I am the best fire builder in the world.
My feeble but arduous attempts to achieve this feat have always been met with
utter failure and disappointment. Oh, I can ignite paper, but each time the
results are less than satisfying. Sometimes the paper burns up, leaving a
charcoal residue behind, while the wood minds its own business as if it has
never even heard of fire. Other times, the wood DOES eventually catch fire, but
it burns slowly, with hardly any hint of flames, leaving only the bitter,
suffocating aroma of smoke behind to blow in my face no matter where I place
myself. While I sweat buckets and my face changes to the color of charcoal, the
wood seems to enjoy itself while it does everything EXCEPT burn!
Then one day I was introduced to an unattractive piece of granulated wood,
hardly bigger than a credit card. It called itself: "Fire Starter"!
"This would help me start a fire?" I asked doubtfully. "How can something so
small be of any help at all?"
"Try it!" was the only answer I received.
I wasn't so sure, but I bought some anyway. The next time I tried to masterfully
build a camp fire by myself however, I left it in its package. It wasn't until I
(quite naturally!) once again failed that I found myself pondering: "Why not try
that weird-looking block of whatever it is. I have nothing to lose!"
Doubtfully I placed that "thing" at the bottom of the wood pile and ignited it.
To my utter amazement, it sprang instantly into life and shared its fiery
substance with the wood above. Before I knew it I had a gorgeous campfire!
There was admiration in the voice of one of my boys as he said, "Wow! Papa. You
sure have learned how to build a fire!"
I was in complete shock. "I-I-I didn't do it," I answered lamely. "That
what-cha-ma-call-it brought the fire to life!"
"Uh . . . You mean the fire starter!" was his response.
Now I do not need to sweat any longer when asked to build a fire. I have found a
friend called the fire starter to come to my help. Building a fire has become
child's play. Literally! My boys can now build a fire too!
How often don't we try to resolve our problems on our own? Persisting,
insisting, persevering, we face our trials head on, confident that we have what
it takes to rise above our circumstances. However, how often are we successful?
Usually we spend time in sweat, dreading the inevitable disastrous results.
If only we would take the time to get to know the One who really can make a
difference in our lives, Jesus Christ, we would discover that we are not all
alone out there in the midst of our own storms. We have a friend we can rely on,
one who will always assist us in rising successfully to the occasion. The more
we let Him be in control of our lives, the more we fall in love with Him. He
truly cares for us and will never leave us by ourselves if we ask Him for
His help. His promises are true. Many who know Him have experienced the
realization of His promises first-hand.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."
(Matt 11:28 NIV)
"Surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." (Matt 28:20 NIV)
With such a Friend as Jesus, why worry?
Building a fire? No problem. Where's the fire starter?