Flame!

September 21st, 2019| Topic: RaMbLeS | 0

Heartbroken? You need to do something about that ache in your chest, that pressure in your liver, that overflowing lacrimal gland, that sob from your lungs, etc.? Yup, you need to do something about this agony.

But, whatever you do, don’t do what Ariauna Chantell Lillard (19), of Lincoln, Nebraska, did the other day, after she broke up with her boyfriend.

Being in possession of a bunch of love letters from said ex, Lillard decided they needed to go. “Go” as in “wiped off the face of the earth,” “annihilated,” “exterminated,” “purged,” “liquidated,” etc.

Oh, I should also add that she was possessed not only of said epistles of affection from said ex, Lillard was also in possession of a butane torch.

So, she did what you and I and the next Joe and Jane would do. She put said missives and said torch together. In other words, she used the butane torch on the love letters. Inside her apartment. In the living room. On the carpet.

Sounds therapeutic, don’t you think? Yup … and epic!

But apparently, the ploy didn’t work. So Lillard abandoned said project, and did the next best thing to do in such disappointing circumstances: She retired to her bedroom for a nap to fill that void of nothingness in her heart.

Thing is, you shouldn’t burn things indoors and then promptly take a nap. Well, she did.

And then she woke up. With the carpet on fire.

Said a Lincoln PD spokesperson:

She had used a small butane torch to light some letters on fire from her ex. But they weren’t lighting on fire so she set them down on the carpet and went to take a nap. She didn’t realize they were smoldering. They smoldered and set the carpet on fire, causing her to wake up when the smoke detector was going off.”

That sure will distract you from your brokenheartedness. Of course, it could also burn down the entire apartment complex and seriously injure that already broken heart.

Thankfully, it didn’t.

Our brave men and women of ye olde city of Lincoln, NE, in the form of its firefighters, arrived quickly and did the needful. Thankfully no one was hurt and the damages were only about $4,000.

Lillard, though, was charged with negligent burning. She is due for an October court appearance.

But the love of God, nobody and nothing, can separate us from. Nope, not even butane torches!

For I am convinced that
neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities,
nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers,
nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing,
will be able to separate us from the love of God,
which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:38–39

Indeed!

O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth,
Changeth never, nevermore!
How He watches o’er His loved ones,
Died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth,
Watcheth o’er them from the throne!

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free,
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me,
Is the current of Your love;
Leading onward, leading homeward
To Your glorious rest above!

O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Love of every love the best!
‘Tis an ocean vast of blessing,
‘Tis a haven sweet of rest!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
‘Tis a heaven of heavens to me;
And it lifts me up to glory,
For it lifts me up to Thee!

S. Trevor Francis (1873)

SOURCE:
The Smoking Gun