This is a cleansing fire, a purifying fire, a fire of justice.
Luke 12: 49-53
I see fire, I see rain. I see tyres burning on blessed days; days of obstinacy and protest. But have you ever seen a fire that God set? You get that fire in Baptism, that fire will never go out until its purpose is fulfilled. Fire brigade water the road; try to out this one.
This is a cleansing fire, a purifying fire, a fire of justice. A fire in the crucible of life’s begging bowl: ‘fix the road, nah; gee wee water, we pipe dry three months now; jobs for the youth; doh kill meh son; don’t shoot; heal meh child.’
An abrasive fire that cleans and transforms; will never go out, but will stand as a sentinel, its blaze to fulfil life’s purpose. No teargas will daunt this protest; no bullet; no camera without film; no blocked identity; no police boots; no deliberate trigger-finger will escape the wrath of this vengeful fire. Bun dem.
This is a non-consuming fire because this is holy ground. You standing here make this protest holy.
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