Holiness in the Fire
The farmhouse sat quietly beneath a crimson sky. Revival continued burning, yet resistance grew louder. Headlines changed. Voices shifted. Labels multiplied.
Grace entered carrying her guitar. Tears filled her eyes. Friends had disappeared. Messages online called holiness hate. Questions rose from every direction.
Caleb turned toward her. Strength and tenderness filled his voice. "Holiness is not hate," he said. "Love refuses to leave people bound."
Night settled over the farmhouse. The candle still burned upon the mantle. Outside voices shouted louder. Inside truth remained steady.
The fire had not come to consume them. The fire had come to refine them.