Cedar Sentinel 2013-2014 Issues February 2014: Issue 47 Issue 5 | Page 17

Fire!

By: Kim Fegadoli Tosi

Once upon a time in a distant land… STOP,
let’s try that again, now that you know I’m going to
tell you a story I can use the “real” beginning.
Some years ago, my brother, my dad and I were
having what one could call a “normal” day on our
farm. The cows had been fed, the horse was grazing
nearby, and the sun shone mightily as usual, the sky
blue as the ocean. Soon however, something began
to cause some commotion, an enormous poisonous
snake “flew” by just inches away from my dad’s feet,
nothing unusual about that at all, now all we had to
do was to catch it so it wouldn’t kill our chickens and
harm my little cousins that were coming over in a
few days. We decided to use fire. First mistake right
there.

My brother and I, quite young at the time,
were super excited about the fire. We put on our
little “pretend” firefighters helmet and brought our
small buckets of water ready to save the world if
necessary, not as if the fire would go out of control
or anything… yeah, right. What neither of us expected was that the fire would get out of control, I mean
we followed all the procedures, we had water just in
case anything happened, we were watching the fire
at all times, but somehow as if by magic, the floor
seemed to have been drowned in gasoline, the fire
seemed to literally run away from us.

The fire spread wildly, we fought it with all our
might, I tried to, at the age of six I wasn’t that much
help, but my brother and father wouldn’t stop for
a second. Call 911? Sure that would help, the only
tiny problem was that the nearest fire station was 45
minutes away, not a problem at all right? Finally, as
we thought we had extinguished the last flame, we
turned towards our home only to find smoke coming
from that direction, “no, no way, the fire couldn’t
have spread that way too”.

The fire had spread in the opposite direction,
and was now just meters from our home, wooden
home. It was a Friday night and the sun was just
about to set, we had spent hours trying to fight the

fire, with little success, to help us out even more we
were in the middle of a drought. There was nothing
we could do, my mom had just gotten home from
work, she and my dad decided we should get ready
for the Sabbath. What? Get ready for the Sabbath?
Umm… Hello, our house is about to burn down here.
Never mind that.

We started singing, with the fire cracking
in the background, once we finished we got on our
knees to pray, believe me, we needed as much prayer
as we could get. While we were still on our knees
we heard a different noise from the one just seconds ago, we heard the sound of rain drops. No, it
couldn’t be, I thought, it was nowhere in the weather forecast the chance of having even the slightest
amount of rain , but it rained, it rained a lot!

How could we ever thank God for this? My
childish faith just took on a whole different level
after this, I was so happy my parents decided to let
Jesus take control. Now that I am older, I catch myself making excuses: “Well, God wants me to have
fun so I am sure He won’t mind if I….”. I am not the
only one, I hear stuff like “ God doesn’t want me to
give up my job, He won’t mind if I go to work on Saturday…” or “God, knowsI am so tired today, I can’t
go help the old lady next door bring her groceries in”
and the list goes, on and on and on!

Could it be that we are limiting God? Could
it be that we don’t see miracles in our lives because
we don’t give God room to work? If we had kept on
fighting that fire we could have probably stopped it,
but I would have never had experienced the “Fire
Miracle” and my walk with Jesus would not have
been the same. Do you let Jesus put out the fires in
your life?