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 \u201ccontrolled burn,\u201d where firefighters practice battling a fire. I got to the site just in time.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
The second house was so close to the first that it too caught fire, just like they\u2019d planned. \u201cWait till all five rooms are going,\u201d one of the lead firefighters shouted, \u201cthen we move in.\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what\u2019s going on,\u201d the lead firefighter said, \u201cbut we\u2019re gonna help this along a little.\u201d He took a can of gasoline and sloshed some through a window and onto the floor of the unburned room.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
The fire continued to rage, but unbelievably that room remained untouched. After 15 more minutes, the firefighters decided to take a closer look. \u201cOver there,\u201d one said, pointing to the wall in the room where a lone picture hung. \u201cLook!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s get it out,\u201d shouted another. Someone grabbed a long pole, stuck it into the room and snagged the picture off the wall. Slowly and carefully it was pulled out of the house.<\/p>\n
I went to get a closer look. When I leaned over and touched the frame, it was completely cool.<\/p>\n
Someone shouted. I whirled around to look at the house. A huge fireball exploded in the final room. Now the whole structure was ablaze.<\/p>\n
I turned back to the picture. It was a painting of Christ.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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