Warmth

I see fire. I see a blazing fire burning deep inside of you, in your eyes especially. The passion for Christ burns and I admire that. But it seems to devour everything around you. All the flaws, the imperfections are target for criticism. Perhaps something need to be burned, but more people need protection than burning judgment. Maybe you only need just a little wood, enough to contain the fire, have it simmer to gently light up the place, providing warmth for comfort. Jesus did not come with a blazing sword, rather, a loving embrace.