We sat in silence for five minutes, sitting in the presence of God, and never had I seen anything more clear:
It was dark. Looking around, there was nothing, emptiness.
Then, a small flame. A short candle stick sitting inside of a teacup was a small distance away.
As I stared at it, it grew closer until I was at the base of the candle stick. In a sort of Alice in Wonderland way, I was inside of the teacup and the flame was a powerful fire, overwhelming in sight, sound, and heat. A blazing inferno if you will.
Then, I was far away again, staring at the flame from a distance. It was soft, gently flickering in the air.
Then, I was back at the base of the candle. Raging in sight and power, impossible to extinguish. No amount of water could put out even a spark of what this flame was producing.
Then, I was far away. This flame could easily be snuffed by a weak breath of air, a breeze, or between the fingers of mans own hand.
This flame was my faith and this flame was God.
When I was at the base of the candle, the power was insurmountable. It was overwhelming in power and inextinguishable.
At a distance, the flame was weak, insignificant, easy to douse.
Faith is faith all the same. Either it’s there or it’s not.
Either you believe or you don’t.
But what matters is how close you are to it.
When you grow in faith, you grown in proximity to it. You grow closer to God.
One thing is for certain, in the darkness, a single flame, no matter the distance, it catches your eye.
Where are you in relation to your flame?
