What happens when the fireball in the sky lands in your dream and you have to listen to its flames?
When you have to make sense of the blazing language that climbs up on your tongue and starts it wagging?
I’ll tell you what happens, a light gets turned on.
All those dark nights turn into summer and you begin to see why the shadows confused you.
The fireball doesn’t have to be enormous,
it just has to be hot.
Given the nature of fire you know it is.
You know it can burn you but it doesn’t.
This fire only burns unnecessary things.
Things like shame or fear or regret.
Things like I wish I had not, I should have, I missed out on….
Once the fireball lands on your tongue you’ll be like those crazy people in Acts who knew about love. You’ll stop being cold, you’ll think about winter and how it won’t ever freeze you. You’ll realize how ridiculous it is to bundle up your desire. You’ll begin to yearn and stop caring about what is missing and why you can’t have it.
You’ll relish the truth as the fire warms you on the inside where snow used to camp.
At first, you’ll act a little crazy but it will be the kind of crazy that makes sanity jealous.
People will circle around you just to stay warm and you’ll never run out of blankets.
A fireball was never meant to hide in the sky.
I think it was meant to hide in you and me.
It was meant to cause an uproar.
To wake us up.
To keep us hopping.
To make us lie still.
To undo us, to put us back together.
All of this.
All of it.
All of that.
The whole truth is ours.
Its fire and its God and it’s crazy and its good and now we can fan the flames and let it burn.
Good morning world.