God’s Sweet Fire

God’s Sweet Fire

Mark 9:49 “For everyone will be seasoned with fire, and every sacrifice will be seasoned with salt.


God’s Fire. Every Christian yearns for it. It’s all-consuming, exhilarating…and cleansing.

But what happens at its searing touch? Does one draw away in tears, crying out at the Father in agony? Or worse…anger.

Is this a familiar tale?

It must be the only explanation for the misery in an otherwise wonderful Christian life, right? What else could be responsible for thirty-six surgeries or excruciating pain? Or sleepless nights? The list goes on and on. I’m sure others can add much worse items to it. After all, I don’t believe His Fire is reserved for one person.

But why pain and sacrifice? Isn’t God supposed to be “love?” I distinctly remember reading that in the Bible. Love, joy, peace, and hope. When was pain part of the Christian walk?

Quite the question. What would Jesus say to that one?

I asked it over and over, of many people and received different answers. Some comforting, but others shook the very foundation of my faith. Well-intentioned, all offered graciously in the belief of right.

I can hear your questions now: “What on earth did she hear?” or “What did they tell her?” The curiosity is mounting as we speak. Don’t worry, it’s not that bad.

Anyway…let me go back a little bit with my story. After watching and experiencing much suffering, both physical and mental, I sought answers from friends (albeit Christian). In their spiritual wisdom, they responded. Such advice included “Put your needs on the prayer chain, everything will be fine,” “The Lord says your faith will heal you, Renee. You need to have more faith,” and “Sin…it must be unconfessed sin in your life.”

Now, please realize one thing. The comments I received weren’t meant to be vindictive or mean. They were spoken in love by godly women who firmly believed what they said. But in the end, even after much prayer, I left their counsel more confused, and shattered than I entered. In many ways, I have no one to blame for that but myself.


Instead of seeking counsel from the Lord, I sought Man. A hard lesson to learn, especially when hovering over the heat of the Fire.

But I turned to the Almighty in tears after my prayers weren’t answered, my faith didn’t heal, and no matter how many times I asked for forgiveness, my suffering and that of those in my home remained. And He provided…comfort, mercy, and strength.

Life isn’t easy but then God never said it would be, did He? God said He would never leave me nor forsake me. And promised I would never walk this path alone. But He also promised I would be seasoned with fire and salt so this life, in the end would be worthy…to be called Christian.

When is pain part of the Christian walk? When we step through God’s Sweet Fire. Don’t do it alone.

Renee Blare About Renee Blare

A pharmacist by trade, Renee Blare serves the community of northeastern Wyoming by day and writes any chance she can get. Nestled against the Black Hills with her husband, crazy old dog and ornery cat, she pens her Christian suspense stories and invites you check out her website, blog, and social media.


  1. I have a similar story, Renee. Like you, I finally found comfort in God, where I should have been going all along. Thanks for sharing your story and welcome. So glad to have you here.

  2. Thanks, Cherie. 🙂

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