“And when Solomon finished praying, and the fire descended from heaven and consumed the burnt offerings and the sacrifices, and the glory of the Lord filled the House (Chronicles II 7:1).” God’s presence manifests itself through fire, and, not to sound like a pyromaniac or anything, that totally makes sense to me. Even the smallest flame on a Shabbat candle is mesmerizing and enchanting, yet dangerous if not cared for properly. We need fire to survive, and yet we can’t survive fire. It’s actually a perfect metaphor for God. When we kindle a flame, it takes on a life of its own and can continue to grow and thrive without us, something that I strive for as an educator when I’m trying to ‘spark’ the interest and passion of my learners. But ultimately it needs a starter, that initial inspiration to fan the flames and create the life of that fire to begin with. This metaphor is mixing God and education in my mind, and that’s a happy intersection because I see them as intertwined in the best possible way.