“One learns to respect the significance of place, and the promise of a piece of land. In the stories of the Bible we read that seekers often went to the mountain to hear the word of the Lord. Some still do — and for some, it becomes holy ground.”
From A Faithing Oak by Robert A. Raines
Moses . . . led his flock beyond the wilderness, and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. There the angel of the LORD appeared to him in a flame of fire out of a bush; he looked, and the bush was blazing, yet it was not consumed. Then Moses said, “I must turn aside and look at this great sight, and see why the bush is not burned up.”
When the LORD saw that Moses had turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush: “Moses, Moses!”
And Moses said, “Here I am.”
Then God said: “Come no closer!
Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.”
Sometimes we stop to “see” the burning bush — other times we pass it by.
Elizabeth Barret Browning wrote:
Earth is crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God.
And only they who see take off their shoes.
The rest sit around and pluck blackberries.
I walked among the trees today,
The sheltering fir that gently move with the Spirit.
They whisper the peace song to my heart.
Most days I am too preoccupied to hear it.
But as I walk in silence and listen deeply,
The words are there.
Soft, soothing, healing words.
And the words join the river of my being
and we are one.
~ Anna Lin