The Forest Burns, The World is on Fire

       I had a vision, a very simple vision, but a vision all the same.  It is not one to be proclaimed to the world, and no, as far as I know, the world will not be ending in October or on any specific date that some nut case preacher man proclaims to the world.  The vision was for me and it was aimed towards my spiritual life and what God told me tore me to pieces.

       I am standing in a forest and above the trees I see the light and smoke of a fire in the forest.  I cannot run, I cannot move a muscle, I am paralyzed in place.  A small voice speaks to me, saying, "The world is on fire for me," and I respond, "I see it, Lord, I see.  Glory to you."  The small voice then said to me, "The world is on fire for me, it burns for me, but you, you have died.  Your have died, why have you lost my fire?  Burn for me, live again."  "But I am living."  "Burn and live for me."  The fire in the forest continued to burn, it burned big and bright.

       When I came out of the vision, my heart broke.  I have allowed myself to die spiritually, I have allowed the roaring fire in my soul to die down and become mere ash and charcoal, not a spark of light to be seen.  The concept of fire is a big deal to me.  Having been born and raised in the state of New Mexico, which is a desert stricken by drought, and in the midst of having to breathe in the smoke from the wild fires that are raging and ravaging the state of Arizona, I am very familiar with fires and how devastating they can be to not only the terrain, but also to personal property as well.  Having this knowledge and having this image being used to describe my spiritual life was a devastating thing to experience.  I'll be honest and open, one thing that is so hard for me is my pride, asking for help and admitting that I am not in a place that is good for my spiritual life (and for everything else in my life, for that matter).  I don't want to be told that I am wrong, that I am not in a good way, that something is wrong.  I like living my life the way I want to, but in the end, it hurts, it leaves me empty, broken, lonely, and searching for something to fill my emptiness.  I know full well that there is a certain something that will fill this big hole, something that will reignite the fire in my heart, reignite my passion for life, someone who will resuscitate my dead heart, someone who will open my blinded eyes, a savior, a God man, the clover of my soul, the three separate beings in one being, the Christ, the King.

       I did not want to hear what I heard, but I knew that Christ the King was right in calling my bluff and telling me I needed to get over my not so glorious self and let Him create in me a passionate fire for Him and Him alone.  Over the past few weeks, there have been a few things that have happened in my life, whether it be an actual situation, a conversation I had or a conversation I overheard (I'm not a creeper, some conversations are just really interesting to listen in on), a sermon I heard, or a song I heard.  These things have ministered to me in various ways, but all of those various ways have all lead me to one thing, that one thing being I need community, and not just community, but a Christian community.  I need a Christian community where I can be ministered to and where I can minister to others, a place where I can take part in the biblical lifestyle of discipleship and accountability.  Now it is time for me to truly be an active participant in that place, that community, that family atmosphere where I can reignite my soul's fire and help others burn for God.