In a news piece this morning, I heard about the ubiquitous red gas cans we have in our garages. Apparently, as one is refilling a lawnmower with a hot engine, and one is tilting the nearly empty gas can, the gas vapors can be ignited by the air around the can.

The news piece featured pictures of people burned by the accidental explosion of the red gas can. Most of us who handle said cans, do not expect to see flames.

The piece made me think about fire of another kind.

Jeremiah, the Weeping Prophet, threatened to go on strike. He gave thought to becoming the man formerly known as a proclaimer. After giving his radical idea more thought he came to a conclusion about which he writes.

“But if I say, ‘I will not mention him or speak any more in his name,’ his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.” (Jeremiah 20:9, NKJV)

I  welcome the explosion of God’s internalized word in my life and heart.

This is a fire I want!!