If I burnt myself on a mere match, how am I to be a light to the world?

I burned my fingers trying to get this shot. It's not even a great shot, but I like it anyway.

Today is sunday, I can't help but like sundays. I used to hate them, but it's silly to write the day off entirely simply because it's followed by monday. I tend to think a lot on Sundays. This sunday is no different.

It is also a day for soup. Thank God and his kitchen-gifted children for soup.