A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
Christmas is a kindling of new fires.
Like piles of dry wood with red-hot coals underneath.
As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
I used to get on a stove wood pile at 5-6 years old and I would have a piece of stove wood and kindling bark as a pick, and I was a star.
With patience and persistence, even the smallest act of discipleship or the tiniest ember of belief can become a blazing bonfire of a consecrated life. In fact, that's how most bonfires begin - as a simple spark.
Two dry Sticks will burn a green One.
I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.
