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For What Are We Designed?

“These ultra modern candle holders will fit right in with our decor,” I thought. I eagerly bought a pair of them at a fantastic sale price. A few nights later when we had company I put a votive candle on each candle holder’s base. Just as I thought I beamed proudly. They do fit in our house. They added just the right ambiance for a festive occasion with friends.

When I finished putting out the desserts I sat down at the table. I touched the holder of the candle’s concentric candle base. Wow, I said those holders sure retain a lot of heat. I touched them about fifteen minutes later. They seemed to be hotter.

I wonder if this is why they were on sale, I mused. The base of these holders seem as if they could burn a hole in the table. But, if this is defective merchandise I wonder why the store would assume liability by selling these things. Fearing that the table cloth might catch on fire I blew the candles out.

For a long time afterwards the holders felt warm. Later that week before I threw the box away I decided to read the directions. To my surprise it stated use only tea candles. That’s the problem. I was using the wrong type of candle, I switched to tea light candles. The ambiance returned and the holders remained cool.

Isn’t this what we try to do when we go about living without following God’s instructions so clearly written in His Word, the Bible. We put ourselves and others a risk for hurt and danger. Doesn’t it make sense to read His instructions first before we burn holes in our lives?


In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths.
Proverbs 3:6

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