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 isn’t anything like building a fire, roasting marshmallows, and making yourself an ooey, gooey s’more. When you wake up in the morning after a night of indulging on marshmallows and graham crackers, there is just a remnant of ash, reminiscent of an all-consuming fire. It may look like all hope is lost. However, when you begin to move the ashes around you will see that there are red-hot embers burning underneath. Those…