"He makes... flames of fire his servants"
I had often thought of the force of that word - the burning energy, the purging purity of flaming fire. But not of this gentler ministry, this bathing in brightness all that He touches.
The first part of that verse is this: "He makes winds his messengers..." An old Jewish legend says that God's angels are as the winds, going and coming and ceasing to be when their service is accomplished. They are selfless servants (whoever saw a wind?); they are obedient to cause either calm or storm, fulfilling His word; and they are free (free as the wind, we say).
Isn't this a perfect picture of what you and I want to be?
Free, because we are obedient.
Cleansing in brightness all whom we touch.
Only love can be that and do that.
Lord, forevermore give us this kind of love.
My Father, today, transform ours and our NEEMA girls thoughts to those of love... transform their moments to those of patient compassion... transform us and our NEEMA girls by the little glories of this day that You have given us!
Devotion rewritten from Amy Carmichael's I Come Quietly To Meet You