For Sunday, March 7: Sparks are flying

Sparks will fly as grace collides with the dark inside of us.  Tenth Avenue North

This is what I imagine it looks like when grace collides with the dark inside of me.  Just like when a welder touches his blowtorch to the metal.  When the heat collides with the cold sparks fly.  Grace is the heat that causes sparks to fly when it is allowed to touch the dark and cold places in my life.  I need grace, so do you.   It is what begins to melt the cold and what lights up the dark so that we can be changed.  Remaining in that dark and cold place means I am unyielding, hardened, unusable.  Allowing grace to touch me means I am willing to be shaped and used.  So when the sparks start flying I know good things are coming.  Sparks flying tells me that grace has touched me.