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Jose Luis Navajo pastors the Iglesia Evangelica Salem in Madrid, Spain. In his book Mondays with My Old Pastor (Nelson, 2012), Navajo recounts the formative conversations he had during his weekly visits with his own pastor. As Jose says, "Sometimes all we need is a reminder from someone who has walked before us." This excerpt begins with the old pastor telling a story.

"Rachel and I used to spend our summers in a small fishing village on the Alicante coastland. It's a peaceful place that still maintains the traditions of the fisherman from years ago. We loved going down to the harbor in the late afternoon to watch the ships come in that had been out working since early in the morning. A number of times we went to the traditional fish market, where the different businesses and restaurant owners bid to take home the best fish at the best price. But one of the most special times of our vacations happened one night in July.

"It was when they lit up what they called 'the castle of fireworks' on the beach. The same event happened each year. When it would start to get dark, the crowd would get as close to the sea as possible. At midnight, they would turn off the lights on the boardwalk, and everything would be plunged in total darkness.

"Suddenly, the first firework would streak up into the air and explode high above, turning into a million flashes of different colors. That was just the beginning.

"From that moment the night sky became a canvas on which the most beautiful pictures of light were painted with fire and gunpowder. For the next fifteen minutes, the sky was filled with the sound of explosions, mixed with exclamations of admiration and amazement from those of us who had come to see that impressive pyrotechnical demonstration. Every-thing had been planned to achieve fifteen minutes of amazement and admiration. The last explosions, which made the ground shake where we were seated, announced that the show was over, and then silence returned along with the darkness."

"That must have been beautiful," I replied. "You've described it with such detail that I can almost see the lights in the sky and hear the sounds of the explosions."

"In fact it was," my old pastor admitted. "It really was beautiful, but after that night each year I would do the same thing: I'd get up early after the next morning and walk on the same beach where only hours before we had stood with our mouths open in amazement, and you know what I would find?"

Without waiting for my answer, he opened up the box on his lap and from the inside took out pieces of burned card-board, wires, and burned matches,

"This is what was scattered on the sand."

He held it up, and I noticed that his hands had gotten dirty with the leftover powder and burned cardboard.

"They're the broken pieces of those fireworks that left us all wonderstruck. The fuses and wires that made up a short-lived show." He looked at me meaningfully. "Fifteen minutes of glory and then burned cardboard.

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From Issue:Ministry's Core, Fall 2012 | Posted: December 10, 2012

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JWASalyers

December 13, 2012  9:19am

Great story, beautiful application. Not only good for myself, but a great illustration for some of the teens I work with. "Don't strive to be a firework that grabs all the attention. Be a candle for Jesus!"

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Li Carreon

December 11, 2012  8:37pm

superb! What a wonderful day to start reading these kind of stories. It reminds me of so many things and thank God for the Pastor HE had given to take care of my spirituality. God bless all the Pastors who truly love GOD more than their lives and wisely guides the weak in spirit.

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Marco

December 11, 2012  1:24pm

I love the metaphor, and I've striven too many times for the firework effect when what's needed is the candle's glow.

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Anna Marone

December 11, 2012  12:33pm

When I think of a christian that has seemingly gone down, Then I think of the Dunamis power that resides within him , that power is divine the same power that was in Jesus when God raised him from the dead ,that same power resides in the believer , nothing could hold Jesus down and nothing can hold the believer down.

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MH Constantine

December 10, 2012  11:09pm

A beautiful story with a very poignant application. My only other thought is that sometimes, when the burned up servants will allow it, God takes those burned lives and turns them into candles. Grace at work again!

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