Not like, for real in flames. I’ve never spontaneously combusted. Like in the Jesus-y spiritual, feel-good sense.
My blog-buddy, Addie Zierman is releasing her first book next week, When We Were On Fire: A Memoir of Consuming Faith, Tangled Love and Starting Over. I can’t tell you how happy I am for her or how excited I am to talk about this book.
Why? Because if you’ve been a Christian for a while, you’ve probably been there. You’ve been on fire for Jesus. Being on fire was all the rage when we were kids in the nineties. Even for us Methodist kids, there was still a little bit of that Holy Spirit fire. It looked different for some of us, depending on what part of evangelical culture we were raised in. For some of us, it was WWJD bracelets. For others, it was trying to evangelize your friends at school or going on mission trips.
But then, somehow, your faith hits the rocks. The flame, which is supposed to be eternal starts to flicker.