"A disciple once came to Abba Joseph, saying, 'Father, according as I am able, I keep my little rule, my little fast, and my little prayer. And according as I am able, I strive to cleanse my mind of all evil thoughts and my heart of all evil intents. Now, what more should I do?' Abba Joseph rose up and stretched out his hands to heaven, and his fingers became like ten lamps of fire. He answered, 'Why not be totally changed into fire?'"
This, this, is what I want. To be flame. Pure light. I want it in my writing. I want it in my relationships with other people. I want it in my home. I want it in my heart and mind, in my breathing in and breathing out. I want it to be so much who I am that I am not even aware of its being so.
Christ in us. His promise, and He says He will complete what He has begun in us. That's the only reason I dare hold to any hope at all of it ever being so, audacious as that hope seems.