The Night Pascal Fell Silent
On the evening of November 23, 1654, Blaise Pascal — mathematician, physicist, inventor of the first mechanical calculator, one of the finest minds in Europe — was undone. Between ten o'clock and midnight in his Paris apartment, this man who had mapped the geometry of cones and debated the greatest philosophers of his age encountered something that shattered every category he possessed.
He grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote a single word at the top: "FIRE."
Not the fire of logic or argument. The fire of presence. He wrote, trembling, "God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Jacob — not of philosophers and scholars." For two hours he wept, shook, and scratched words like "joy, joy, joy, tears of joy" across the page. When it was over, he sewed that parchment into the lining of his coat. Every time he changed garments for the rest of his life, he moved it. He carried it against his chest until the day he died.
That is the encounter Isaiah describes. When the seraphim cry "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty," the temple shakes — and so does Isaiah. His first response isn't theology. It's collapse: "Woe is me! I am ruined!" Competence, reputation, eloquence — all of it gone in the presence of the Most High. But then the coal touches the lips. Cleansing comes. And from the ruins of self-sufficiency rises a voice the Almighty had been waiting for all along: "Here am I. Send me."
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