There lies within each of us a kindling wood. And just beyond our reach, a blazing bonfire. We are the empty in search of life, and that bonfire is Life Himself. On the Outside, there is a coldness like death, but the Inside is like an all-consuming flame. Who can lead the way into the whipping flames, with crackling heat to reduce even the greatest to ashes? If left to ourselves, won't we surely freeze to death? .. But is there no way in, to stand before the flames without charring our bones? There must be One Who can temper the heat and kindle the Life inside us all.