The tiny embers are barely visible. Tendrils of smoke give evidence of a fire in disguise.
A fire that will spring to life with just one breath. One wind that blows out of the wilderness.
If there was no faint burning coal, no barely visible trail of its existence then the wind, the breath, the one single exhale would not have happened.
We are all in possession of an ember. For all, the faint vapour trail that surrounds us is enough to know that His breath can coax that glowing ember into a fire that will rage with a passion for Him.
Smoke on the water, is not a fire in the skies after the Deep Purple song. The smoke is on the waters of our baptism, it is a fire in disguise, waiting for the Holy Spirit to fan it into the most glorious, warming acknowledgement of un-ending Grace which He bestows on mankind should we ask for it.
We wait in the wilderness not for a whisper, but for a howling wind to fan the tongues of flame.
Then with a fire in our hearts we will tell His whispers to the world.
