Yesterday the Lord gave me a humbling experience. It was my privilege to join some men from church to help a man sort through the ruble of his home claimed by the devastating Gatlinburg, TN fire.
A blackened, crumbling cinderblock foundation was all that remained standing. The sense of loss was nauseatingly palpable. The intense heat of the flames is evidenced in the picture below . . . torched rims of tires transformed into rivulets of flowing metal . . . utensils fused into molten glass. Yet, amidst the utter destruction the man whose home this once was kept a calm demeanor, even interjecting an occasional touch of humor as we tried to identify some items extracted from the charred, twisted wreckage . . . an encouraging testimony of a faith not grounded possessions.
My prayer is that our “…beauty for ashes…” Lord will reveal this truth through tragedy in his life.