Matchbook Faith in a Matchless God
"But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light" 1 Peter 2:12, ESV). Matchbook Faith in a Matchless God Sometimes, I slip away and preach myself happy. This morning I preached about letting the flame of faith flicker and die. I heard myself comparing faith to a book of paper matches. I preached about how easy it is to extinguish a lit book of matches. Stomp on them. Water them down. Or simply wait as they burn out. In no time, the unfueled fire is extinguished. I preached about letting my spiritual light flicker in the breeze of life. Weighted down with tears of heartache. I reminded myself that it’s hard to light a damp matchbook. The flimsy paper moistens the sulfur, keeping it from doing its job. The Holy Spirit reminded me that all this won’t work with a lit stick of dynamite. Because if dynamite has