But Moses protested to God, “Who am I to appear before Pharaoh? Who am I to lead the people of Israel out of Egypt?” [Exodus 3: 11 (NLT)]
Things were going well for Moses in Midian: he was happily married, with a family, and tending his father-in-law’s sheep. Then God interrupted his comfortable life with a burning bush and a major task: free the Israelites. Moses reacted the way most of us would by questioning God. Who am I to do this? Who do I say sent me? What if they don’t believe me? He then told God he simply wasn’t up to the task. Not one to be thwarted, God responded to all of Moses’ concerns. He would be with him, provide the words, the proof, and even Aaron to do the talking. In short, God promised to provide and so Moses obeyed.
God sends all of us burning bush moments that interrupt our comfortable lives. While they’re not likely to involve an actual burning bush or freeing a nation from slavery, they are important to the people involved. Several years ago, I had a burning bush moment and, like Moses, I questioned my ability to respond.
My mother-in-law had suffered a mild cardiac episode and we were in a treatment room in the local ER. Treatment had started, she was resting comfortably, and we were waiting for a hospital room to become available. Suddenly, a young man on a gurney was wheeled past our room. Surrounded by paramedics, an automated CPR machine was pumping on his chest. As doctors and nurses sped past, I said a quick prayer for him. Not much later, I saw a young woman being consoled by a nurse. There was no doubt in my mind that this woman had been married to the man brought in by the EMTs. Clearly, the outcome had not been good and, while she’d started the day as a wife, she was ending it as a widow. This tearful woman was being given papers, directions to somewhere in the hospital, and some small solace before the nurse turned away. It was a busy night in the ER and other patients called. Sitting there, alone in her grief, she looked frightened and lost. Did she need someone to be with her? Did she need someone like me? Without a doubt, I felt God’s call; this was a burning bush moment.
Like Moses, I had questions and excuses. This was way out of my comfort zone. After all, I’m not a grief counselor, what would I say? What if she rebuffed my offer of help? What if she’s not Christian? What if I misread the situation? What if I got sucked into all sorts of family drama? Unlike Moses, however, I didn’t trust God’s call or His provision. I was so busy arguing with Him, I didn’t let Him answer my questions or ease my doubt. While busy thinking about me and pondering various difficult scenarios in my mind, the opportunity passed. When next I looked out the door, the sobbing woman was gone.
Rather than thinking about her, I was thinking about me! Hesitant to get involved, I thought of all the reasons I wasn’t qualified when I should have prayed for God’s guidance and trusted in His provision. Yes, I may have been rebuffed and told to mind my own business, but I’m a big girl and could have handled that. Like Moses, I didn’t know what I’d say but, rather than trust the Spirit for my words, I was overthinking the situation. This woman probably didn’t need relevant Bible verses; she just needed compassion and I have plenty of that. Along with my prayers, I had arms that could hold her, a shoulder on which she could cry, and tissues for her tears.
It’s my regret that I failed God and one of His children that night. I was reminded of my failure when, like that man, my son-in-law was brought into the ER by paramedics doing CPR. Because her mother was on a mission trip, my 21-year-old granddaughter was alone when told of her father’s death. Fortunately, a nurse stayed with her until a family friend arrived. I thank God for this compassionate woman who did what I should have done years ago.
Since that night several years ago, God has called me out of my comfort zone and my response has been better and quicker. Nevertheless, I know He’s not done with me yet; another burning bush might be right around the corner. Keep your eyes open; there may be a burning bush in your path today, as well. How will you respond?
Beware of despairing about yourself; you are commanded to put your trust in God, and not yourself. [St. Augustine]
I still go online to read the newspaper from what was our hometown for over fifty years. Last week, it was filled with news about the events of Fiesta Days. With its Car Show, Big Wheel Race, Duck Derby, Beach Bash, Street Fair, Music Fest, Art Show, Parade, Fireworks, and Carnival (complete with rides and funnel cakes), the festival is one of summer’s highlights.
My summer beach novel began with a man having a heart attack on a commuter train. For the next several pages, I was privy to the thoughts of his fellow passengers who were annoyed by the train’s unscheduled stop for medical aid. Because they’d be delayed, they saw the man’s collapse as a tremendous inconvenience to them. As passengers disembarked to find another way into the city, their thoughts were not of the dying man and his wife but of themselves and how they’d been inconvenienced.
Isaiah heard the Lord ask, “Whom shall I send as a messenger to this people?” and responded, “Here I am. Send me.” When God commissioned him to be His messenger/prophet, Isaiah was acting as a scribe and had a family. Nevertheless, without hesitation, his was an unqualified, “Send me!” Isaiah didn’t know exactly what God wanted him to do or how he was supposed to do it. Even after God told him that the people wouldn’t listen, Isaiah never wavered. Many of Scripture’s heroes, however, weren’t as eager to do God’s work.
Several of the men from church met for breakfast and John, a retired farmer from Iowa, offered to say the blessing over their meals. After taking off his cap, he stood and said, “Lord, I sure do hate buttermilk.” The old farmer continued: “And, Lord, I don’t care much for lard!” After a slight pause, John added, “Truth be told, white flour doesn’t taste like much either and, Lord Almighty, baking powder sure is bitter!” Shocked at his words, the men sat in disbelief until John added, “But, Lord, when you mix them all together and bake them, I truly do love those fresh buttermilk biscuits! Thank you, Heavenly Father, for the biscuits, gravy, eggs, and bacon with which we are blessed this fine morning. Amen.”
When someone has an unduly optimistic or positive view of things, they are often said to be wearing “rose-colored glasses.” According to Adam Anderson, a University of Toronto professor of psychology, our moods do affect the way we see things and, as moods change, so does our visual perception. “Good and bad moods literally change the way our visual cortex operates,” says the professor about a 2009 study he conducted. “In a positive mood,” he explained, “our visual cortex takes in more information, while negative moods result in tunnel vision.” He concluded that the better our mood, the better able our brains are to comprehend what it is our eyes are seeing. In short, we see better when we have a positive outlook of “rose-colored glasses”!
Devotions of the Heart 