This summer I discovered a good way to use the heat of the sun to supplement the heat in my sun room this winter. I wrote about it in a posting in the Diary of the Worm called Wasted Space Heater and explored the concept with a friend who had some good advice on how to do it. But I failed to find anyone to do it and it went undone. Now another electric radiator heater died and I need to open the door to sun room from the house to keep plants alive till the heater is replaced. Where is the heat from the roof, I could be collecting during sunny days, when I need it?

Last Sunday, when we were in Iowa, I went to Sunday Liturgy with my brother at his newly built church. The priest at the liturgy gave a homily about John the Baptist, the forerunner of Jesus, who displayed a lot of ‘fire’ or passion in his preaching and actions. He asked us where is the fire in our lives? Can people look at us and say this person is so alive and full of fire for God that he or she must be from this Church?

I have been applauded and accused of being a passionate person. My enthusiasm has served me well and gotten me in trouble. But it comes naturally. I feel an urge to do and say what I think right, no matter the consequences. Like a child I need to share something good or bad coming my way. However, if the fire gets out of control, it can hurt others and me.

The priest last Sunday talked about how John the Baptist, when asked how a person could improve their life, told the person to do what they do in everyday life with more intensity and spirit. Perhaps that is the key to keeping the fire burning bright in our lives but under control. Rather than let it go wild, keep it burning inside out in our daily lives. So, next time someone asks “Where is the fire” we can just point to ourselves.

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