I'm sitting here tending to the remains of a fire in the fireplace. A charred, smoldering log was all that remained, so I broke it up. Inside it was black already, and some places were glowing orange. The fragments were glowing with internal heat, but there was no flame.

So I gathered the fragments with the tongs. I made a sort of pile that had spaces in between. Soon, these merely glowing piece flamed up into a bright, hot tongue of fire.

We believers all have the Holy Spirit within, the fire of God glowing with in. It is good. It is warm. But each piece glows alone in solitude. When we gather ourselves into groups, with room to breathe, but close together nonetheless, God's Mighty Rushing Wind will blow our collective internal heat into a bright, hot tongue of fire.

Revival starts in the individual as an orange glow. The individuals must unite to form families, close enough to share each other's heat but with space enough to let the Spirit flow among the individuals. Then, the glow will become an external flame, bright and hot, calling all who are in darkness and in the cold.

Welcome, those of you coming from Neeka's site. I do have proof that she was my assistant (that's Nee holding up a light in the top left corner). She sneaked into one of my photos. OK, really, I wasn't paying attention to the background... but the happy accident shows my assistant at work.

November 5, 1605,  was the date a group of Roman Catholic restorationists chose to blow up British parliament and King James I. Guido Fawkes was caught on his way to light the powder. "The day the plot was discovered, Londoners were encouraged to celebrate the King's escape from assassination by lighting bonfires in the city, 'always provided that "this testemonye of joy be careful done without any danger or disorder." '" (Wikipedia)

Despite implication of burning of effigies on some bonfires, Guy Fawkes was to be hung, drawn and quartered. He was so weak from the torture, he of the conspirators went up to the gallows last then jumped off to his death. (Wikipedia).

Anyway, "bonfire night," as most call it now, is big deal here because it means bonfires and fireworks. Technically, it's a day to celebrate the monarchy, but nobody mentioned the Queen that night.

A version of the celebration is/was held in most of the nations that used to be part of the British Empire. It was celebrated in the American colonies pre-Revolution and was a day to mock Catholicism. "George Washington forbade the celebration of the day among his troops due to its anti-Catholic and pro-British purpose" (Wikipedia).

So, here are a few shots from the night.

Yeah, I'm confusing you with titles, at least those of you who are readers of Neeka1.

Today we went to Sirhowy Valley Country Park. Necia and Richard discovered the place last week. Happily, the fall colors were better today than they were last week, said Necia. It was a nice walk. In addition to hunting leaves, I was hunting photographers. I got several shots of one in the wild.