Consummation

For it burns within you.

For it burns within you.

I’m lighting you up.

I’m starting a fire.

For my fire rages within you.

For my fire rages within you.

Burning within you.

For I have placed my fire in your hands.

No wonder the sparks are flying!

Look around what is it you see?

A raging fire, rages across the land, an unstoppable fire, a fire that cannot be contained. An all consuming fire!

And there you sit in wonder.

And there you sit and wonder.

And there you sit and ponder.

For you know how it got started.

By my hand!

Yes it rages by your hand.

It is my refining fire.

You see it all go up in smoke.

For in the place of the dismantling shall come the remantling.

For I am giving you beauty. Something truly beautiful, beyond all you can imagine.

For that which is consumed is immaterial to me. It is only fuel for my fire, my passion, my desire.

Repeat after me “light it up!”

Say it louder “light it up!”

For what would destroy another, shall only make you, not destroy you.

For who shall contend with a man of fire, with a man on fire!

Who shall dare approach that which burns, but is not consumed!

For this is my fire of restoration, of consummation, of reconciliation, of manifestation, of proclamation!

For that which consumes shall only lead to a great consummation.

The touching of the one who delights, is all consuming!

For it burns within you!

It rages within you!

For the release of my fire, brings release all whom it touches.

For they shall feel touched by my fire.

Yet this is not a small thing!

For in the natural fire burns until that which fuels it is gone. All that it touches is gone.

Yet my fire burns until all that it touches is drawn to it, flows in the presence of it, is warmed by it.

There you sit and ponder a question, what is it?

It is not all about context? For the fire in the forest is devastating, the fire in the ice brings warmth to avoid death, fire in the home as the potential to destroy all who are present.

Yet in your left hand I have placed the cup of refreshing overflow.

In your right hand, a never ending raging ball of fire.

What is it you see now?

Placing my right hand upon the land of ice, and the fire is not put out, it causes that which is frozen to thaw and streams of water to flow. Looking around I see trees of fire sprouting forth bringing warmth to all those shivering in the cold.

Placing my left hand on the desert sand, the burning sand, and from it pours an ocean of water. At first the steam rises, but then that which was scorched becomes fertile and a lush green pasture.

So on the one hand the uninhabitable place becomes the lush green pasture.

On the other side that which is too cold to touch, experiences the warmth of your embrace.

It is merely the power of my presence, my present to you.

For there are two sides to every story.

Yet for each you shall be a point of contrast.

For the thirsty offer them fullness.

For those who have gone cold, offer them the hand of fire.

For that which I have given you rages within and must be released without.

For the fullness within shall overflow the lack without.

Yet the fire I have given you is restorative.

For all that you touch will be ignited, like embers of coal that continue to burn.

What is it you see?

The house burning inside and out, the windows cracking under the heat. Yet when the temperature rises the broken things return to their raw state and are able to be recast and restored to new.

In the place of the hottest fire, a visitor comes and places gold bars in my hands. When everything melts away all that remains is gold!

For all that remains is gold.

For now we are truly getting started.

Ready, set, go!