Proof The Bible Is True

That night I left the newspaper office where I work and headed to the site of two dilapidated houses that stood waiting for our volunteer fire department to set them ablaze. I planned to write a story about a training exercise called a “controlled burn,” where firefighters practice battling a fire. I got to the site just in time.

 

One of the firefighters struck a match and lit some kindling. The first house, the smaller one, caught fire immediately. Flames licked at the night sky. The fire raged with such fury that the house was engulfed within minutes.

 

The second house was so close to the first that it too caught fire, just like they’d planned. “Wait till all five rooms are going,” one of the lead firefighters shouted, “then we move in.”

 

Sheets of orange-blue flames shot through one room after another. But as the fire reached the threshold of the last room, it stopped its advance. For 15 minutes we watched, and that whole time, the fire did not enter that room.

 

“I don’t know what’s going on,” the lead firefighter said, “but we’re gonna help this along a little.” He took a can of gasoline and sloshed some through a window and onto the floor of the unburned room.

 

Nothing.

 

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