A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine
The burning fires have come inside me. Those of of the demon and of the divine. Like dueling fires of the prophets of long ago, a campfire is set inside my soul. ‘ it will takes days to burn “ they say. “Bring the hydrants and hydrate the flame” While others say “try this potion or that, or a Tylenol with a toddie”. I am too far from the phone to see the experts advice.
I shall sit and ponder what Jesus says. What is it the lord says about this fire?. Could it purify me ,lord ? Could you be running across the cells of my body chasing the virus with flaming torches? Are you not so large, Lord? AND Are you not so small Lord?
I will sip , sip, sip , and consider your smallness . I will fill and consider your largeness. Your smallness . your largeness . You inside of me. Oh perfect God oh perfect man, yet still a morsel within me. I am tired now Lord and I will rest . I will rest while you busy around the campfire , the fever of my soul.
“And it came to pass at the time of the offering of the evening oblation, that Elijah the prophet came near, and said, O Jehovah, the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Israel, let it be known this day that thou art God in Israel, and that I am thy servant, and that I have done all these things at thy word. Hear me, O Jehovah, hear me, that this people may know that thou, Jehovah, art God, and that thou hast turned their heart back again. Then the fire of Jehovah fell, and consumed the burnt-offering, and the wood, and the stones, and the dust, and licked up the water that was in the trench. And when all the people saw it, they fell on their faces: and they said, Jehovah, he is God; Jehovah, he is God.”
1 Kings 18:36-39