Life is lonely, painful, horrid here in the corner. The dust rises up and stings my nostrils and eyes. Soon vision is so blurred, the scene is almost beautiful in a majestic way. The walls creak and the wind whispers in my ear. I know the truth though, deep down it is there. I am reaching, the truth almost within my grasp. But each time more dust swells, the groans grow louder, the wind stronger. I cannot see, recoiling back into the depths of futality.

When the visions are clear, however, there is little to see. The nothingness repulsive, it causes me to draw back in pain. I shut my eyes, wanting it to go away. What is left of the ramshackle house, leaves the taste of scorn on my tongue. I see faces in the fireplace, its embers aglow. They consume all, destroying all in its path, an evil fire is what it is. It burns black, sometimes giving off a colorful radiance, quick consumed by the blackness. The soot lies everywhere, staining everything it can get its grasps on. Plants in the corners absorb it, fighting over it, the soot only stunting their growth. Some plants are taller, darker and more overpowering than the rest. They reach out as the smaller, more innocent plants reach back. Just as the smaller ones are in the larger ones grasps, the large, spectacular flowers of hell rip them out of the ground, obliterating them into an invisible dust.

I hear a knocking at my door. Not just any knock though, and earnest, pleading knock. Crawling in desperation, finally feeling the strength to escape this toxic mess, I twist the doorknob with all my might. Then comes the most spectacular sight I have seen in my sad lonely life. A fire rushes through my house, a pure refined, golden fire, burning everything in its path. The fireplace is lit once more with a light making the room shine white as heaven and the very gates of His home. The large, cruel plants recoil in terror, some succuming to their own greed. Others grow stronger still, no longer black and terrible but white and golden, all the colors of the rainbow. The smaller plants see this and they rise up to, higher than the talles trees, nothing can stand in their way. Few plants remain that are not more spectacular than the light of day, those that do retreat in dread to the deepest darkest shadows. The wind is not gone but it now envelops me in a warm embrace.

I finally feel alive! I am able to walk, to run, to fly. But a figure stands in my path, more despicable than humanly possible. I feel an arm on my shoulder and I know I can do it, I can destroy this thing, this evil thing. With two words the same white fire I had seen before, consumed and in a storm of screeching and howling, he was gone, banished forever from whence he came. Turning I saw He who gave me life, truth and showed me the way. He extended His arms and in them He took me in all of His splendor and grace to His kingdom so I may receive the joy of abounding and unchallenged love.

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the old earth had disappeared. And the sea was also gone. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven like a beautiful bride prepared for her husband. I heard a loud shout from the throne saying, "Look, the home of God is now among His people! He will live with them, and they will be His people. God himself will be with them. He will remove all of their sorrows, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. For the old world and its evils are gone forever" -Revelation 21:1-4

For our God is a consuming fire. -Hebrews 12:29