When I was about 10, I almost torched the graveyard of a small country church my dad was pastoring. I learned a valuable lesson on the dangers of fire and playing with gasoline. One my wife would tell me I've never fully learned!
I was thinking about this episode this Sunday as we celebrated Pentecost, the descent of the Holy Spirit. This holy fire is one that can truly transform our lives, but it is also a warning on what happens if we don't. We become our own towers of babel, our own monument to self. And in this state, the fire we are most likely to get caught up in is the fire of the world.