I was 4 when my grandmother’s house burnt down. I remember two things vividly from that day.
I remember my uncle Skip standing at the stove trying to put the fire out and yelling for me and my cousin to go to the neighbor’s house.
I thought Skip was a hero. The fire proved it.
I also had a brand new tool box. It was made out of metal and it went everywhere with me.
After the fire, we stood in front of the remains of grandma’s house and I saw what is forever burned into my memory: There was a scorched rendition of a couch with a blackened tool box fused onto the top.
My toolbox survived!
I went there first. Opened up the toolbox to see my prized hammer, screwdriver, wrench, tape measure (that was my favorite)…
My hammer had a plastic handle.
Screwdrivers – plastic handles.
Everything else was made almost completely out of plastic.
I opened the toolbox to see a soup-like melted mass of tools and a hammer head.
Fire will prove our metal / mettle.
Fire will let everyone know what we have inside.
Fires come often. In every relationship. In every community. In almost every circumstance.
When the fire burns around you, I pray you have something fire-proof in your toolbox.
Isaiah 40:8 “The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the Word of the Lord stands forever.”