Burning bushes happen all the time

…but when should we stop and listen?

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Moses already felt like a stranger in his home; leaving Egypt, he became a true foreigner.

The burning bush catches our attention.

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Your attention is a commodity; but we end up being the ones who are devoured, burnt away like the leaves on that burning bush.

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We are left with ashes.

But this year has been one burning bush after another, after another.

At some point Moses did stop running.

We take off our shoes and feel the unmediated ground beneath us.

We settle our breathing to the long, slow cadance of watchful waiting.

We truly observe what is happening around us without reacting.

First we notice. Then, we breathe and pray. We listen. Then we respond.

This is not the faux outrage of the powerful, but the cry of the weak and vulnerable to which God responds.

clinical social worker, spiritual director, author, husband, father, son, runner in Georgia, co-author of When Anxiety Strikes from Kregel Publications.

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