And the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush. He looked, and behold, the bush was burning, yet it was not consumed.Exodus 3:2
I saw a burning bush. And it was beautiful.
Don’t worry, I’m not hallucinating. I don’t mean that kind of burning bush, but this kind…
It’s called a Burning Bush because it turns bright red in the fall season, like it’s on fire. We have two of them in front of our church building and they are ablaze in color right now.
That’s what I meant when I said I saw a burning bush.
Personally, I’ve never had anything like Moses’s burning bush experience. I’ve never seen the waters part, never seen signs in the sky, nor have I found manna and quail just laying on the ground for the taking.
But I’m okay with that. I don’t need those experiences in order to believe that God exists, that He is good, and that He loves me and has a plan for my life.
He makes it clear every day.
I see evidence of His power and majesty in creation and I am compelled to believe and keep on believing.
I’m not going to wait until I witness something phenomenal before I go all-in as a follower of Jesus Christ. The phenomenal may never happen.
In the meantime, I do have the testimony of the Bible and the Holy Spirit to go on, not to mention the multitudes of people down through history whose lives speak loudly and clearly to the reality of the Gospel message, that Jesus died for our sins and rose again on the third day.
That’s enough for me. No burning bush needed.
It’s a new day with God. Run with it.