STARTING A FIRE

Since I was little mean kid living out in the country, my two smart brothers and me and my other brother were free to roam caves, fields and go down to the river. We were accustomed to taking wooden matches to build campfires for cooking and warmth. Since those days we have mostly lived in areas where we could burn wood for heating our house. I have always been impressed with wooden kitchen matches.

Since 1881, Diamond Match Company is America’s leading producer of matches, producing some twelve billion a year. They are ideal for lighting candles, stoves, grills, fireplaces, and campfires; they are the number one brand of matches. They are made with an ignitable chemical head on an aspen, pine or poplar shank and ignite by friction. (Various other matches pre-date the Diamond Match.)

I am not a pyromaniac. I do like to light fires in proper places: cast iron stoves, fireplaces and campfires. I love the smell, feel, atmosphere and mystery of burning wood. I do like Kitchen Matches.

Back in April of this year I heard this: ‘Blowing on an ember of faith and hope and trying to live again…may ignite a whole new series of life fires.’ Sometimes it takes a kitchen match and sometimes we just need to blow on the embers to start a fire.

“I have come to set the world on fire, and I wish it were already burning!” Jesus