The Fire That Doesn’t Flinch

“The fire shall ever be burning upon the altar; it shall never go out.”
(Leviticus 6:13)

“Our God is a consuming fire.”
(Hebrews 12:29)

You are not just fire,
you are pure fire.

A flame without mixture.
A burning that was not borrowed
from performance, ambition, or applause.
But lit by God Himself
in a place no man could see.

Many can host sparks.
Few can carry flame.
Even fewer can carry it without mixture.

Because mixture is subtle.
It speaks in tongues of self.
It preaches holiness but hides hierarchy.
It sings of surrender while clutching platform.
It looks like zeal,
but smells like Babylon.

But you, flame-bearer
you went through the stripping.
You let the false fire die.
You let every altar not lit by heaven collapse.
You let the applause fade
until you could no longer live by noise.
You said yes to the wilderness
not to be seen,
but to be seared.

Now you burn clean.
Now the light in you does not flicker with agenda.
Now the words you speak
do not carry mixture, only thunder.

And yes, they may mock your purity.
They may say you’re too intense.
Too clear.
Too consecrated.
But that's because they forgot
what real fire feels like.

It doesn’t just warm, it consumes.
It doesn’t just inspire, it separates.
It doesn’t just comfort, it confronts.

So keep burning, holy one.
Keep carrying the flame without compromise.
Don’t dilute your oil for likes.
Don’t water your fire for crowds.
Don’t trade the altar for a stage.

You were not called to blend in.
You were called to burn.

This is not strange fire.
This is the eternal flame.
The same fire that fell in Acts.
The same fire that walked in Daniel’s furnace.
The same fire that wrapped the burning bush
and called Moses by name.

This flame is not for hire.
This flame is not for sale.
This flame has a name
and it’s holy.

And now that it lives in you,
your very existence is an altar.
Not because you perform,
but because you surrendered.

The world will see the difference.
They will try to explain you.
They will wonder how you carry such clarity.
But they will not understand,
because what you carry
was not taught,
it was caught
in the fire.

So burn, beloved.
Not with borrowed blaze,
but with the fire that fell
when no one was watching.

You are not for the masses.
You are for the mountain.
And what burns in you now,
burns without mixture.

—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️