I grill. A lot. I’ve been known to fire it up at 5am for ribeyes for breakfast. I’ve also grilled in a snow storm. I was putting fresh charcoal on the ash heap in my 25 dollar walmart grill, and I noticed that some of last week’s charcoal was still there. Or so I thought. When I poked it with my finger, it fell apart into ashes. The perfect shell of the charcoal was there until I poked at it. How many times in my own life have been like that charcoal. Just a shell of ashes. How many times have I been poked at it were, only to have my house of ashes fall down around me.