Reading: Exodus 3:1-2
Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the wilderness and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. 2There 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.
The morning sun lit the eastern slopes of Horeb. The sheep seemed restless, and the shepherd scanned the perimeter for predators. Nothing.
He laid out his mat and reached into his satchel for a little cheese and bread. A tremor ran through the flock, and he stood to search the horizon again. Something was out there. A jackal, a wolf – what was that? Something caught his eye to the left at the base of the mountain … a shepherd’s fire? No, this fire was bigger … brighter somehow.
He strained to see if anyone was standing near, but he was quite alone. He reached for his staff, and began picking his way across the valley floor. The fire glowed brighter as the shepherd drew near. It was a bush somehow set aflame. He had seen smoke and fire on the slopes of Horeb before. He had watched the lightning ignite dry brush. From a distance he had viewed the campfires of shepherds, robbers, fugitives and traders. But he had never seen fire behave like this. He stepped closer when a voice called out of the bush, “Moses! Moses!” His strength left him and Moses whispered, “Here I am.”
After 40 years, God breathed new life into a dead dream. He still does that you know – if He can only get our attention.
Reposted with permission from onehope.net.