Monthly Archives: January 2014
Maybe it’s the thermometer’s frigid announcement–6 degrees below zero.
Maybe it’s the weather forecast–wind chill advisory of 20-30 degrees below zero, with blowing snow.
Maybe it’s the sun dogs I saw last night–ice crystals kindled into rainbows by the setting sun.
There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. So Moses thought, “I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up.”
When the Lord saw that he had gone over to look, God called to him from within the bush, “Moses! Moses!” And Moses said, “Here I am.” Exodus 3:3,4 NIV
But I think it’s more than an unconscious desire for the warmth of a fire in the middle of bitter January weather. I’m trying to follow the flaming thread woven in the tapestry of God’s love story, from Old to New Testament.
Moses learned of God’s holiness. He was in awe.
“Do not come any closer,” God said. “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.” Then he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob.” At this, Moses hid his face, because he was afraid to look at God. Exodus 3:5,6 NIV
The children of Israel learned reverence.
Moses and Aaron entered the Tent of Meeting. When they came out they blessed the people and the Glory of God appeared to all the people. Fire blazed out from God and consumed the Whole-Burnt-Offering and the fat pieces on the Altar. When all the people saw it happen they cheered loudly and then fell down, bowing in reverence. Leviticus 9:23,24
For the Lord your God is a consuming fire, Deuteronomy 4:24 NIV
In the story of Elijah’s conflict with evil King Ahab, the people acknowledged God as supreme and powerful.
Immediately the fire of God fell and burned up the offering, the wood, the stones, the dirt, and even the water in the trench.
All the people saw it happen and fell on their faces in awed worship, exclaiming, “God is the true God! God is the true God!”
In the third chapter of Daniel we are brushed by another fire that doesn’t burn. Although Daniel’s fellow exiles weren’t sure if they would be saved, they were confident that the Lord was able to rescue them from the king’s furnace.
Nebuchadnezzar then approached the opening of the blazing furnace and shouted, “Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, servants of the Most High God, come out! Come here!”
So Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego came out of the fire, and the satraps, prefects, governors and royal advisers crowded around them. They saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.
Daniel 3:26, 27 NIV
These three faithful men learned they were not alone in the furnace.
He [the King] said, “Look! I see four men walking around in the fire, unbound and unharmed, and the fourth looks like a son of the gods. Daniel 3:25
Paul took his understanding of the temple sacrifices and laid them onto the template of the New Covenant when he wrote of a radical new offering for worship: ourselves. We are living sacrifices–we don’t have to be burnt up like the offerings in the temple.
Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Romans 12:1 NIV
What have I learned?
The bush blazes on holy ground. I take off my shoes.
The furnace that was meant to destroy only ignites the ropes that bind me.
The fire of life burns hot, but I am not consumed.
I am not the ashes I deserve to be.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. Lamentations 3:22 NIV
The voice from within the bush calls my name, and I answer, “Here I am.”
The sacrifice I offer in worship is myself,
and I walk into the flames willingly, because the fire is His great love.
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photo #2 by Barb Briggs
photo #4 a happy, photographic “accident” that happened while writing this post
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It was past midnight when I finished the post about cacti blooming and Moses encountering the burning bush in the desert. I had been walking in a cold desert of my own, a time of little inspiration or spiritual insight. I had no expectation of cactus blossoms or fiery bushes, but that night, to my surprise,
I dreamed a dream.
It was one of those dreams where I was a college student again, and things were not going well. Perhaps you’ve had this kind of nightmare with variations on the theme of failing in college: you forgot to study for the important test, you forgot there was a test, or (worst of all) you forgot you’d signed up for the class and had never attended.
In this version of the bad dream I was taking a class on the “Law,” and I wasn’t doing well. I had neglected to complete assignments, had arrived late to classes, and had little comprehension of the subject. I had a “skull full of mush.” I was failing.
The man playing the role of the professor in my dream is an actor known for many Westerns in which he dourly dispenses justice with his gun. I expected to be “shot down” at any time. I was terrified of the teacher.
The tenor of the dream changed when the professor came to visit me and saw my pathetic, college-student apartment. He understood my struggles with his class and had compassion on me. Before he left he kissed me on the cheek. I was shocked and overwhelmed by his caring and tenderness.
By the time I arrived on campus for the next class (late again), the chairs were all filled. Instead of rebuking me, the professor gave me his own seat.
That’s all I remember from the dream now, and the details are growing hazy. I’m so grateful that
I dreamed a dream
of fear turned to love,
of a God who understands that I’m made of dust (Psalm 103:14), that I’m a pitiful failure at keeping the Law.
I dreamed a dream
of a God who comes to visit where I live and who shares his seat with me (Rev. 3:21).
Instead of justice, I received grace. Instead of retribution, I received mercy. (Luke 15:20)
I had no idea that the words I’d written Saturday would be fulfilled by the time the sun rose Sunday:
“It’s worth the wait, though, worth the desert walk to see a burning bush.”
Many people have chosen or listened to God’s prompting to choose a word of focus, inspiration, or challenge for 2014. The word I chose (weeks before this dream) was “love.” I want to understand and experience God’s love in new ways, and He was good to answer the desire of my heart before I even knew how to word it as a prayer.
I dreamed a dream
of a burning bush, and so I’ll take off my shoes, shake out the sand. I’m in awe. I’m on holy ground.
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My eighth grade English teacher explained the assignment: choose and research a topic of interest to the class, then present the information in a speech. I chose “Cacti of the American Southwest,” but my grade suffered due to my choice of subject. I learned that most thirteen-year-old boys would much rather hear about Volkswagen Beetles than saguaro cacti and that many of the girls were more interested in make-up than the range of the Joshua tree. Who knew?
Cacti may have been an odd-ball choice, but I thought they were interesting. My grandmothers had cacti among their houseplants, and I had enjoyed seeing their infrequent blooms. My father’s mother kept a very tall variety, moving it from hot, summer sun to their cold basement in winter, trying to replicate the conditions of its desert origins and bring it into bloom.
I also learned that my assumption that all deserts were hot and that all cacti lived in dry climates were incorrect. In simplest terms, a desert is a place with less than 10 inches (25 centimeters) of precipitation per year, which includes Antarctica as well as the Sahara. Deserts can be stark, wind-blown dunes or complex eco-systems with a variety of plants and animals.
The word “desert” comes from a Latin verb that means “to abandon or forsake.” Deserts (unless man has intervened by bringing in water and electricity) are landscapes where few live. They are forsaken by people.
In our life as a Christian, sometimes we walk through green valleys, where we sense God’s presence everywhere. However, there are times when we’re in a spiritual desert, feeling disconnected from God. We slog through the sand dunes or are raked by cactus spines. The few inches of rainfall seem insufficient.
We may feel God has abandoned or forsaken us.
You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land where there is no water.
Psalm 63:1 NIV
Don’t give up. Have hope! It might take a while to hike to the other side of the desert.
Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified . . . , for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Deuteronomy 31:6 NIV
As we walk, we have choices to make.
We can grumble,
In the desert the whole community grumbled against Moses and Aaron. Exodus 16:2 NIV
or we can be patient, expectant, and after years of “tending sheep” . . . be amazed.
After forty years had passed, an angel appeared to Moses in the flames of a burning bush in the desert near Mount Sinai. When he saw this, he was amazed at the sight. As he went over to get a closer look, he heard the Lord say: ‘I am the God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.’ Acts 7:30,31 NIV
Sometimes we need to be in a dry place that will encourage buds to set (like my Thanksgiving cactus). The places God leads us, they prepare us.
Sometimes we need a little time in the cold, dark basement to begin the blooming process. The times that are difficult, they strengthen us.
It’s worth the wait, though, worth the desert walk to see a burning bush.
Take off your shoes. Shake out the sand. You’re on holy ground.
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Praise your God! . . .
He spreads snow like a white fleece,
he scatters frost like ashes, . . .
Psalm 147:16 MSG
And who do you think is the father of rain and dew,
the mother of ice and frost?
You don’t for a minute imagine
these marvels of weather just happen, do you?
Job 38:30 MSG
You laid out the four corners of earth,
shaped the seasons of summer and winter.
Psalm 74:17 MSG
Then he gives the command and it all melts;
he breathes on winter—suddenly it’s spring!