An all-consuming, exhilarating, and cleansing experience. Every Christian yearns for it, but at the searing heat, draws away in tears, crying out at the Father in agony. Or worse…anger. Familiar?
That’s the only explanation for the misery in an otherwise wonderful Christian life, right? What else could be responsible for thirty-six surgeries or excruciating pain? Or sleepless nights? The list goes on and on. I’m sure others can add much worse items to it. After all, I don’t believe His Fire is reserved for any one person.
But why? Isn’t God supposed to be love? I distinctly remember learning about that. Love, joy, peace, and hope. When was pain part of the Christian walk?
Quite the question. What would Jesus say to that one?
I asked it over and over, of many people and received different answers. Some comforting, but others shook the very foundation of my faith. Well-intention…