Where's The Fire?

Jeremiah described his passion.  No wait, he was its passion.  Whichever.  It was consuming him.  Escape it must.  He said, "I have a fire shut up in my bones; I am weary of holding it in – indeed I cannot."

 

A raging inferno was ablaze inside of him.  Like a drowning man seeking the surface, this fire was seeking an escape.  Crying out for oxygen, it demanded to be released.  Sheer will-power could contain it no longer – not for even a second longer.   Burn it must – even burn it's hottest.

 

Where's the fire in believers these days?  It seems we have settled for "the show" at church.  We've bought into the performance.  We have entertained ourselves with the charisma of eloquent preachers.  BUT where's the fire?  Not just on the platform, but within our hearts?

 

Why does it seem like most Christians barely survive from week to week before they run out of spiritual gas?  I'll tell you why, because there is no fire in their bellies - nothing that gives them a reason to burn brightly.

 

Where did we sacrifice it?  When did the fire leave us?

 

It left us when we felt it no longer necessary to find ourselves face down at an altar crying out to God for fire.  It departed from us when we felt it more important to get to the restaurant after a service than to spend precious moments wailing before God asking for fresh fire; for a new touch of His Spirit; for souls; saying "God, I can't live like this anymore.  I need you to come and renew me, fill me, anoint me; use me.  God, I am not willing to go another day without your fire consuming me."  That's when we lost it.

 

If you want it back, back up to the middle of the last paragraph and make it your prayer.  Pray it until fire fills your insides to the point where you can contain it no longer.  Then go set your family, church, city, and your work-place ablaze.