In Scripture, if one were to take the word “fire” literally then your statement is logical. But there are so many times “fire” is not used in a literal way. Example: Luke 12:49, “I am come to send fire on the earth; and what will I if it be already kindled?” This is not literal fire.

In the book of Jude we learn those in Sodom and Gomorrah are in a fire, and today all those who believe as those in S&G are in a fire.. The fire is not literal. Jude 23, speaking of those given to unnatural sex, “Save with fear, pulling them out of the fire; hating even the garment spotted by the flesh.” We are instructed to pull them out of this fire right here on earth. Today, how wide spread is this fire? When you see a gay parade, a gay wedding, a homosexual, or a heterosexual who commits unnatural sex do you see flames of fire? Put on your spiritual glasses, look again and you will see that they are in a fire. Of course the fire is not literal. How wide spread is that fire today? Is it everywhere? Can you see it?

The fire that will come at the end is when Jesus fights fire with fire. Jesus will kindle a fire that will burn up the wicked. None of this fire is literal like the fire that just burned so much of CA.

Sigh. More talk about how gays will burn in hell.

That's such a bizarre fixation. Is there really nothing else in the world right now, Marilyn, that you think might be more worthy of your attention and concern, than the idea that gays are going to burn in hell? Anything? Poverty? Disease? War? Spreading the love of Christ?

Glen: And you too, Glen. Thanks for writing, and paying attention to our drama out here.

#3: Hermz: HOW ARE YOU? How’s your house???

5: Matt: You okay?

6: Steve: Can you BELIEVE how far west the fire came/is coming? Did you ever think when you woke up Monday you might actually be seriously thinking about evacuating???

7. Bob: What’s happening with you?

9: Sabina: Thank you. Seriously. Thanks.

10: Ben, I emailed you to see how your parents/house is doing. I fear the worst, of course, given the location. Inform us when you can. I’ll say a prayer for you and yours right now. Jesus, I hope your family home is okay.

Michelle: Bless your heart. Thank you.

John: What’s happening with you? Are you still in your home?

Lynn: The winds have decreased significantly today. Thank God. Seattle! Just SAYING it feels like a cool little shower. Nice.

Elizabeth: Thanks to you and H.H. And you’re right, of course.

J Michael: I hope your friends are all alright. Are they?

Jill: Yeah, you’ve been through it, then. These fires are much bigger than the 2003 ones, but so many less lives have been lost due to hard lessons learned the first time around. Now they evacuate everyone, so soon.

Determined: Amazing comment/post. Thank you. How ARE you??

Marcy: Bless your heart. Thank you.

Michael: Thank you very much. Lovely.

Kerri: That human slinky on your site is crazy.

Windy: You said it, baby!

Judy: WOW! How is your friend? I didn’t even realize that today is the fourth anniversary of the hell that was the Cedar Fire. Amazing. Terrible.

Sukky: We’re fine, thanks for the (eloquent) inquiry. We’re not going to be evacuated. We’ve had two air filters running in our place for three days now. We’ve got plenty of food and water. We feel, right now, like some of the luckiest people in the world. Since we are.

Abar: How’s your dad?

Stef: Yeah, the Santa Anas are one of the weirder weather phenoms I’ve ever known. They just wreck the air, don’t they? (He said, speaking as a guy with allergies.) It’s weird. They’re so … dramatic.

Ann: Thank you! Your note came in just as I was leaving to go to the store (MAN IT WAS WEIRD TO GO OUTSIDE! LIKE WALKING INTO THE WORLD’S LARGEST ASHTRAY!!), and I must say, your mention of Graham Crackers and M&M’s inspired me, while shopping, to continue on my apparent quest to make sure that if a fire ever DOES come anywhere near me, I’ll be so fat that putting it out, for me, will be as easy as … well, rolling over on it. Perfect! Already, I’m ready to snuff out any flames that come within about 18 feet of my couch. (What is it about stuck-inside Regional Disasters that make a person want to EAT?? My freakin’ JAW practically hurts from the monster workout I’ve given it. Even as I write this, I’m thinking about the delicious can of Planter’s Cashews that I hear calling me. Too … stupid, basically. But fun! Which probably explains it…

Pat: You son and his family are okay, yes? Are they? Real borderline right there…

Rachel: What an awesome thought/comment. I wish everyone in San Diego could read it. And a lot will: This blog’s getting read a lot. Please tell your friends there how much we’ve been touched by their empathy.