“A bruised reed shall He not break, and the smoking flax shall He not quench; He shall bring forth judgment unto truth.” Isaiah 42:3 I love camping. There’s nothing quite like building a fire, roasting marshmallows, and creating the perfect ooey, gooey s’more—one that somehow still manages to drip chocolate down your wrist no matter how careful you are. But the real test of the fire comes in the morning. You wake up cold. Your bones ache. You unzip the tent, already dreaming of warmth, and walk over to the fire pit… only to find a sad pile of gray…