I don’t know why we’re so surprised when the fire comes.
We cry out for God to move.
We sing for revival.
We beg for transformation.
But then the flames start licking at the edges of our comfort,
and we panic—
as if the fire is punishment
instead of the very pathway into His presence.
But beloved…
this has always been The Way.
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The Fire Was Never an Afterthought
From the beginning, this was what John proclaimed with trembling clarity, waist-deep in the Jordan:
“I baptize you with water, but He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire.”
—Luke 3:16 (paraphrased)
He was making it plain.
The Messiah would not just cleanse you—
He would ignite you.
And Yeshua, the Lamb and Lion, echoed it later:
“When the Spirit of Truth comes…”
He will not leave you unchanged.
He will baptize you into a reality that consumes what is false
and awakens what is eternal.
This baptism of fire is not symbolic.
It’s not poetic.
It is real.
It is heat.
It is exposure.
It is purification.
It is pain that births purpose.
And it is glory.
Always—glory.
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Why Are We Surprised?
We shouldn’t be surprised when everything starts shaking.
When the wilderness feels hotter than we expected.
When the prayers we whispered for “more of Him” come answered by fire.
Because fire has always been the language of God:
A burning bush that didn’t consume the branches
A pillar of flame that led the Israelites through the night
Tongues of fire resting on every head in the upper room
A throne surrounded by unquenchable flame
We weren’t saved to stay safe.
We were saved to burn.
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We Become Fire
When we are baptized in fire, something deeper happens than we can comprehend at the surface.
We aren’t just scorched.
We are transformed.
We don’t just go through the fire.
We become it.
We become walking torches of glory.
Living, breathing pillars of flame.
Holy infernos wrapped in skin,
carrying the atmosphere of the Throne Room wherever we go.
This is the fire that:
Burns away every lie we believed about ourselves
Torches the shame we were never meant to carry
Melts the hardness of heart that disappointment built
Illuminates the path for those still stuck in shadow
We are baptized to become.
Baptized to burn.
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Fire Is Not Punishment—It’s Passage
You feel the heat not because you’re abandoned—
but because you’re being reborn.
Don’t confuse the refining for rejection.
Don’t confuse the heat for divine anger.
This is holy love in its rawest form—
Not withholding… but consuming.
The fire is the rite of passage.
The wilderness is the classroom.
The flame is the doorway.
And the ashes? The proof.
Proof that you survived.
Proof that something died… and something holy now lives.
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Living Altars
You are not meant to keep your fire to yourself.
We are the living altars now—
Heaven’s embers tucked beneath our ribs,
Spirit-fire pulsing through our veins,
ready to blaze on command when the Spirit speaks.
“Did not our hearts burn within us…?”
—Luke 24:32
Yes.
Because when He speaks,
flames rise.
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Final Thought
You were never meant to escape the fire.
You were meant to carry it.
You were meant to shine with it.
To be marked by it.
You—yes, you—are
the torch the darkness cannot snuff out.
The ember the wind cannot scatter.
The flame hell cannot put out.
You’ve been baptized in fire.
Not to survive—
But to burn.
And to never stop burning.
Until earth begins to look like heaven.
Let every part of you that cannot carry glory be burned away… and let the flame of the Spirit be all that remains.
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I Hear the Spirit Whisper…
“I am the Flame in your bones, the spark in your breath, the wildfire behind your eyes.
Do not recoil from My fire, beloved.
For this is not destruction—it is distinction.
This is not judgment—it is your Jordan.
This is not punishment—it is preparation for promise.
I hear your cries for more of Me…
and so I send the fire.
For how else can I answer you
except with the very element that has always marked My presence?
I do not baptize to harm.
I baptize to brand.
To set apart.
To consume the false so only truth remains.
The fire you feel
is Me removing the weight that was never yours to carry.
It is Me loosening the chains that were disguised as comfort.
It is Me pressing My name into the marrow of your identity
so that hell knows whose you are.
You asked to be used.
You asked to be known.
You asked to shine.
Then let Me burn you into brilliance.
Let Me make your heart My hearth.
Let Me light every place in you
that thought it needed to stay hidden,
and I will show you that nothing about you
is too fragile for fire.
The flame does not consume you.
It becomes you.
Now rise, you fire-baptized one.
And burn with glory that cannot be contained.
For the world will not be changed by those who flicker.
It will be changed by those who blaze.
And you—you are the flame I have chosen to carry My name.
Let it burn. Let it blaze. Let it begin.”
