The question struck me as I sojourned through Exodus at a Come Before Winter Renewal last month. Moses went barefoot at the burning bush.
What does holy ground feel like?
Was it rough gravel or fine sand? Were there rocks poking Moses’s instep? Cockleburs he had to pick off of his robe afterwards? Did sharp sticks leave any splinters? Was it sunburn hot or dessert night cold?
It wasn’t the quality of the ground that made it holy. It was the presence of the Living God in that moment.
I realize this applies to me, too. I stand on holy ground in the place of calling to ministry.
There are rocks: my pride. Have I mentioned that I like being able to do things well? I was fully functional back in the states. Here on the field after 5 years, I still struggle to do life at times
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