Being absorbed
Lots of good memories from a holiday well spend. With work at our little house, with good friends and family.
I've broght home several little gems. Treasures to ponder, or just keep in a pocket for a while. One of them was given to me by my nephew at 7.
We were at my parents, sitting outside with the barbeque. Rasmus, as he's called, hero-worships Duncan. He always has done, and there's something special about seeing them together. This evening it was around the mexican fireplace; a kind of oven made of clay. Duncan og Rasmus had spend a loong time chopping twigs and sticks to make the fire. An important and exciting job.
When we'd finished eating they lit it, and we were all amazed - off course. But, after a little while us grown ups got bored and started talking about other things. Rasmus, however, were mezmerized by the flames. He sat right in front of the fire, looking into it. And that's when it came: A big sigh, and a little happy voice saying. "It's like a fire telly, this." "A fire telly?!" I ask, grown up that I am. "Yeahr",he replies, "It shows nothing but flames."
Indeed! So simple: a fire telly. A place, a space, a moment where everything else disappear except you and the fire. O, how I want to be absorbed by the fire of God's love!