My wife loves trees.
We have lived in several houses, but only “owned” three. (You know. The bank actually owns them.) Of those three houses, only one had mature trees. The other two reminded her how much she missed them. The house we live in now has some… finally, after more than a decade of marriage.
Since this is our first house with trees, it took moving here for me to learn something: trees make a mess. Specifically, they drop branches, and when it gets windy, sometimes you swear you don’t know where they all came from.
I had to figure out a way to manage that problem. I grew up on a farm, and my dad and I were really, really good at one thing: burning stuff. It was one of the few things on the farm that I actually found fun. We’d clear out a bunch of brush, haul it somewhere and burn it up. It was amazing to me how much stuff would burn down to a pile of almost nothing. Also, I melted off my eyebrows more than a couple times.
I applied that principal to my yard: burn the brush. I dug a shallow hole, put a metal ring in it, and built it up with bricks on the side. I left space between the bricks so air could get in. I had a bonafide fire pit.
In that pit, I burned big things and small things. A few times I wrecked the pit because I put a massive branch in there that was way too big. Those branches, I burned the middle out of and then put the sides back in.
Something about that fire: it’s kept alive by fuel. Throwing wood on it. Big branches and small, all of them were a part of one massive fire.
That’s what the church is: one massive fire of spirit. I love the church. I think it’s the greatest establishment ever created in the universe, and I’m so proud to be a part of it. I’m proud to say that my little flame is part of a bigger fire which sets the world ablaze.
I want it to be its best. I see things sometimes which I think could help it be, and those are the things I want to share. I don’t claim to be a scholar, I’m just a guy standing in the wind of the Spirit, trying not to get blown away. I’m the tiniest tree of all. I’m a bonsai, holding a small light among many others. Together, we create a bonfire.