burn, burn, burn

  love this quote by jack kerouac.  i hear hints of Jesus in these words, as he sits over a goblet of wine with a bunch of ragamuffins, or leaves the home of the completely-changed zaccheus, whom no one wanted anything to do with.  Jesus loves the mad ones.  is that surprising to them?  to us?  perhaps what's most surprising to me is that Jesus loves every one, even those who refuse to burn like stars or candles, and who mostly just sit and sputter.  while we are still yawning, Jesus demonstrates unthinkable, unbelievable, unquenchable, untamable love, burning away every bit of dross, decay and detritus.  and we wake up.  we are made new.  and we burn with love.