Aren't we all falling apart? Aren't we all wandering around in this desert of our own wasteland? I have seen the darkness in my eyes and in the eyes of my enemies. The difference is I want out. I want to be rid of these chains, of these afflictions that I have put in my life. I have seen the fires of God, the fires that consume people with joy unspeakable. It is such beauty that one cannot express their experience. I want to dwell in these flames. I want to carry a torch and spread the fire. I will be a living torch, a living sacrifice to bring this flame to others (if Christ will have me). For does not fire give light, and heat? Are we not supposed to be a light to the world? Come to Christ all of you who are tired. Come to the hill, all of you who are weary and heavily burdened. Christ is calling out your name. He loves you. He loves YOU. He has died, DIED, so that you can be free from death. He stands at the door and knocks. Will you open the door. Don't worry about cleaning house, for none of us are clean enough for him. He is knocking. Will you open?