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The Burning Bush

Acer in autumn photographed by my friend Gill Henwood in her Lakeland Garden.
It reminded her of the Burning Bushing Exodus which got me thinking.

BURNING BUSH – a pondering on Exodus 3: 1-15 (4-17)

Arresting attention, the bush burned by the wayside,
impossible to ignore, flame beckoning. A sign of glory.
Tongues of fire, like hands waving to excite our curiosity
“Come Near!”
A way of saying, Come and See”; God’s words of calling us.

An angel appeared in the midst of the fire, becoming flame.
Moses didn’t flinch. In those days Angels were common-place and expected.
Doers of God’s bidding, as they still do today but people have a tendency to rationalize away what they prefer not to understand.

Then God spoke, like a friend hiding in a favourite place, waiting.
“Moses! Moses!” Urgent, eager.
Disturbing too because whenever God calls us by Name it so often means that in some way we are about to change the direction of our life.
– Abraham, Moses, David, Daniel, Mary and Joseph,  Mary of Magdala, Peter, Paul….
The well tried and tested vocational call which is not entirely about doing something but
a recognition that we are called to become someone.
“I call you by Name, you are mine.”
We are more truly children of God who comes to be with us.
“Immanuel”.

“Here I am” says Moses.
God invites him to take off his sandals for the ground is Holy.
It is infused with God’s presence.
This is the language of pilgrimage, an intentional journey to the heart of God.
“Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.”

What he hears is that The God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, has a plan,
He has heard His people’s cry. They are burdened and brought low by the oppression of Pharaoh.
“I intend to free them” says God, “and you’re going to help me.”
He then tells Moses his intention.

Despite the heat, a shiver of uncertainty and fear works quickly through him.
He would prefer God to be silent just now.

It does not escape his attention that God is sending him to Pharaoh, in whose family he was brought up. How can he stand against the might of Pharaoh?
Like so many whom God calls to some new task or way of life, excuses are sought and made. Moses stutters his way to a reason why it should be others. “Here am I, send someone else.” 

When I was at School and I hadn’t done my homework, I would make up not one but usually about three excuses, just in case the first one failed. They all failed of course!
It feels a bit like that with Moses. He’s scared of Pharoh;  the people of Israel won’t accept him; they won’t believe God has sent him; he can’t talk eloquently and he stutters; besides which he has a murky past. Oh dear!  
It won’t convince God.

But Moses has a point. He really could imagine the peoples’ reaction when he told them of the bush that burned but was not consumed and of an angel suddenly greeting him from the middle of it; and of God suddenly talking to him;
Surely they would think him either mad or drunk!
“Just tell them that I sent you”.
“But they’ll want to know who you are. What could I tell them. What is your Name?”

Oh, that again! They always want to know so much. “Who are you, Lord?”

Precisely that! I am the Lord who will now give you what sounds a bit like a riddle.
“I AM WHO I AM”. So, Moses was to tell them that I AM has sent him.
God reveals who He IS. He is the One who is. He is the heart of all Being.
HE has brought into being the life of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob, of Moses himself, and of all Creation, including you and you and you ….
The Name of God is forever and He is Lord for all generations. Because God IS, We ARE.

It took a bit more to convince Moses that he was the right person and he probably wished that he hadn’t taken notice of the Burning Bush but he could not deny that God had spoken with him and that God was absolute Being and was with him.

So in everything that followed, Moses could pray as we can pray:

Yours, Lord, is the greatness, the power,
the glory, the splendour and the majesty;
for everything in heaven and on earth is yours.
All things come from you,
and of your own do we give you.


Chronicles 29:14

[Mr G}

Pondering about water

Mist over Windermere, Lake District, photographed by Gill Henwood.

The BBC reported last week that a water company responsible for supplying water and treating sewage in Cumbria has been pumping untreated waste into Lake Windermere. This was between 2021 and 2023. It was illegal dumping of sewage and it has damaged the water quality in the biggest Lake in the area. The figure reported is over 140 million litres of waste poured into the Lake at times when this was not permitted.

Britain’s water companies are under scrutiny for the pollution of lakes, rivers, streams and ultimately, the Sea.
One campaigner said that Windermere, the jewel in the crown of the Lake District
National Park is being used as an open sewer.
Hopefully the Water company concerned will be taken to task by OFWAT, the Water Services Regulation Authority and will be sanctioned to act responsibly in service to their customers. and keep our water supplies safe.

The boy is trying to catch a few drops of water in Gaza. (Getty Images)

For the beauty of the earth.

Langdale Pikes from Grizedale Forest, Lake District. Photo by Gill Henwood

My friend Gill Henwood has sent me the photo posted above. It is  a view of Langdale Pikes from Grizedale Forest, in the Lake District.
There is a certain broodiness about it with its different shades of light and dark which is rather in keeping with the extremities of weather at present in the UK.
The Lake District is a microcosm of our weather patterns and it is always wise, when walking in the Lakeland hills, to have a healthy respect for what Nature offers us. At one level we may call it fickle in that the conditions often change quickly. In another sense, it is a reminder that Planet Earth, and therefore its weather, is not something we can control. Sadly, we are messing things up with our human attempts at superiority over everything on earth.
The current preoccupation with the Northern Lights and with rare sightings of spectacular comets, along with other special things such as solar flares, remind us that these amazing displays from the cosmos are not of our making. They tell us, in fact, how small we are in the Universal scheme of things.
Unfortunately, the human race isn’t very good at learning lessons and applying them with humility to our borrowed and temporary life on earth. It was the poet T.S.Eliot who coined the phrase, humankind cannot bear very much reality so perhaps we shall continue to destroy the earth – and, of course, each other!

It would be good, therefore, if the human race might wake up to itself and accept that, as tenants with a life-span lower than many trees, a bit of humility might not go amiss.
As T. S. Eliot puts it in in his poem East Coker, “The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.”

A large part of the lesson of humility can be found in contemplating the gifts God gives us through Creation. How can we not look at the scene depicted in the Gill’s photo above and be unmoved by what nature is trying to tell us about the Planet which is our home for the time being.
The light shimmering on the hills and the blue sky quietly folding itself around the clouds offers us a message of hope. It is just as true of a tuft of grass or a tiny flower pushing aside the tar of an urban footpath.
When the warmongers of the Middle East and  the Russian invasion of Ukraine come to an end, they will leave desolation but it won’t be long before a blade of grass or a microscopic flower spring to life.
Gill’s photo gives me hope. I have added a few words from a lovely hymn by Folliott Sandford Pierpont. He sat on a hill near Bath and was exhilarated by the beauty of creation which was laid out before him. Inspired by what he saw, he was filled with gratitude to God and he wrote his hymn in thanksgiving.

That too is another clue coming from Gill’s photograph ~ thanksgiving.
When we give thanks for Creation and for God who created it, we find ourself in a different place from lordship, conceit and self-centredness. In fact, thanksgiving, turns our attention towards others, towards providence and therefore towards God as Creator.
The photo is filled with the promise. of light and that is a source of joy and hope. If none of this means anything, then perhaps another thought might help – remember the Dinosaurs!

[Mr G] 14th October 2024

– Walter Rauschenbusch

Listen

Porthsychan Cove, Pembrokeshire Coastal Path. Photo by Gill Henwood

Waves lapping on the shore,
caressing  pebbles,
Stroking backwards and forwards,
a rhythm of serenity and quiet pause,
contradicting the rush and the frantic lifestyle
which often overwhelms that inner search
for peace; for stillness.

We are advised to search for the still, small voice
which Elijah heard after the frenzy of earthquake,
wind and fire.

The thing is that he did not seek it.
The voice sought him.
All he did was stand uncertain of what was happening.
His world was crashing around him.
Confusion reigned.
But God waited and came quietly,
speaking words Elijah needed to hear.

And so for us
Like the waves, God’s grace flows across the pebbles
of our life as clear, pure water,
bathing us with His love.
He seeks us out and refreshes our life with new hope.

Sense the movement of the waves
and listen.
You may just find that there is  a message for you
which you need to hear.

[Mr G 8th August 2024]

“after immense Activity one passes into a phase
where passivity is the only way.
I pray that you may be finding this passivity as the way
in which the soul serves God, not by doing this or that
but by passively receiving the great stream of His love
and compassion.

{Michael Ramsey}

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The next Blog item will be later in August