And the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a FLAME of FIRE out of the midst of a bush. [Moses] looked, and behold, the bush was burning, yet it was NOT CONSUMED.
Exodus: 3:2 (ESV)
But I see four men unbound, walking in the midst of the FIRE, adn they are NOT hurt, and the appearance of the fourth is like a SON OF the GOD’s
Daniel 3:25 (ESV)
When the day of Pentecost arrived, they were all together in one place. And sudenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. And divded tongues as of FIRE appeared to them and rested on each one of them. And they were all filed with the HOLY SPIRIT, and beagn to speak in other tongues as the SPIRIT gave then utterance.
Acts 2: 1-4
We all have a story. In fact I would bet we all have a perfect story. We have this imaginary life that if we could live it would be perfect imperfection. It is perfect imperfection because we are imperfect, that is until God comes and makes our broken lives a beautiful, perfect mosaic. Anyways, we have this life that we picture. The life that we dream of living. A life where we have conquered sin, we have been matched with and by God, and we are living in reckless abandon. A life that if the world would look at it, would be entirely perplexed, maybe even inwardly jealous as they mock, because they are able to look at this true freedom, and wish for it in their own life. This life is considered to be a barbarian way by some, a life led by the heart, and an irresistible revolution to others. We all have this life. For guys we want to be the William Wallace. My guess is that girls would want to be Mother Teresa, Joan of Arc, women who lived out this barbarian way creating massive change in the world around them. Not settling for second best.
So we have this perfect story. This ideal thought of life that we wish, we hope, we dream, would become the ideal reality. Yet for some reason we hold on to this present life. This life that falls well short of our perfect imperfection, dreaming of the day to be free. What would life be if we could separate from this old life? What life be like if we could finally conquer that one recurring sin that keeps forcing us back? What would happen if we would abandon to passionately follow our God given heart desires? How would life be different if we could rescue the danzel in distress, the orphan, the widow, the poor because we were sent by and through God to do so? What if the day were here? Is the day here? Are you like me, having a story, wondering can it come? Is God finally calling us, allowing us, lifting us to our perfect imperfection, our story that only Him and us know?
Let’s us digress, real quick let us return to the opening verses. Where does fire come into all of this? Well fire is the very beginning. The all consuming fire that refined my sight. The fire that said to me Matt go. This fire brought me to it by it’s brightness. It is refinining me through it’s holy heat. This fire lit me on fire, and is saying Matt you are burning, but you are not consumed. The fire is asking me am I ready? Matt, your perfect imperfection lies just ahead. Your story, it is right around the corner, and I, the fire, the Spirit, am going to guide you there today.
My story is unknown. I am not entirely sure where it is taking me, but I know that I have arrived at the narrow path. The path less traveled. Only traveled by the brave men and women who have said I must have my perfect imperfection, I cannot simply live imperfection any further. However, I know I am not the only one who has at this paths beginning. I am only part of a much larger generation is embarking on this path. So, are we ready? Let us reach, grab a hold, live out our perfect imperfection, our mosaic. Let us be on fire! Let us be refined, barbaric, and revolutionary.
It will not be easy, but then the most exciting stories never were. William Wallace died for his love and quest for freedom. Joan of Arc was burned at the stake. Mother Teresa lived a life in darkness searching for her Savior while she was saving those in Calcutta. And Jesus went to the cross to show us this way. This holy, perfect, loving, reckless way. A way that is characterized by utter obedience, illogical submission, and pure indwelling.
For me tonight begins my story, my new life. I am leaving the old, predictable life behind, so that I can live out my perfect imperfection. My prayer and hope is that others are being called to this perfect imperfection and that more will come with me, so we may walk, carry, and guide each other, and the cool thing about that prayer is that I know it is already answered.
Right now I have so much uncertainity, but so much freedom. Amongst the fog I have peace, because now I am in God’s hands and I know I will not fall. I am an unquenched beautiful flame, being refined, setting the world on fire, and SO ARE YOU!!! Perfect imperfection. God’s beautiful mosaic. His church. His fire.