I agree, Th. I think this fits appropriately in with the flaming sword, which also burns without consuming even as it cuts straight to the marrow, just like I, like you, would like my pen to do “through time and space.”

And so, compelled in part by a passion for language and some prodding from those who’ve come before me (like Eugene), I move from one small fire to another, hoping not to get burned. And if I do, hoping that God will “suffer my searching” because I’m doing it in my stumbling effort to become more like him. And what Parent can deny such adoration?

There is another burning I think appropriate in this context, the burning bush. That flame that burns but does not consume.

So placing aside the cherubim’s flaming swords, I would rather have a flaming pen and share my gifted flame through time and space.