This morning it was 32 degrees, and frost glistened on the porch rail and pasture fence. Robert picked us up in his pickup for Mass, and the cab heater worked hard to keep the windows clear.
Father LeRoy read from Luke 12:49–53, where Jesus said He came to set the earth on fire. In his homily, Father told us that this fire is the burning love of God—a love that changes hearts and sometimes divides families when some follow Christ and others turn away. He said the fire Jesus brings is meant to purify the world, not destroy it.
The wood stove at the front of the church was roaring to beat the chill from the plaster walls. I could feel the warmth slowly spreading through the pews. Mini sat between my legs under the pew, her head resting on my boots. Every once in a while, her ears twitched when the logs popped in the stove. Sitting there beside Sister Mary Claire, I thought about how the love of Jesus really is like that fire—quiet at first, then growing warmer and stronger the longer we stay near Him.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, let Your holy fire warm my heart,
and help me spread Your light wherever I go.
Amen.
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