Yesterday the Lord gave me a humbling experience. It was my privilege to join some men from church to help a man sort through the rubble of his home claimed by the devastating Gatlinburg, Tennessee fire. A blackened, crumbling cinderblock foundation was all that remained. The sense of loss was nauseatingly palpable. The intense heat of the flames evidenced in the attached picture . . . torched rims of tires transformed into rivulets of flowing metal . . . utensils fused into molten glass. Yet, amidst the utter destruction, the man whose home this once was kept a calm demeanor, even interjecting an occasional touch of humor as we tried to identify some items extracted from the charred, twisted wreckage . . . an encouraging testimony of a faith not grounded possessions. My prayer is that our "...beauty for ashes..." Lord will reveal this truth through tragedy in his life.