When Moses was walking in the foothills of Sinai, shepherding sheep, he was surprised by a strange oddity—a single bush that burned like a lamp—it just kept burning. As he stepped closer, a voice seemed to come from within the fire, “Take off your shoes. This is holy ground.” At that moment, it was as though God wanted nothing to come between his man and His Presence, not even a strip of leather.
 
I imagine God wanted Moses to wiggle his toes in the rocky soil, to celebrate the moment, to mark it in memory and listen for the voice.
 
When I experience a "burning bush" moment—a sacred place—noise is overcome with silence; my toes wiggle in the spiritual Presence, my memories are anchored with smells, colors, music, impressions, and stories. The commonplace is transformed into a “holy place.” And, I have nothing to do with it. It's a God thing.
 
These sacred moments become signposts of personal calling and clarity along the road of life. Ever-once-in-awhile I revisit a "holy moment" place; I wiggle my toes a bit and remember what it was like to feel the Presence. There I want to reconnect with the holiness, to sense again the calling…and to listen again for my name and to feel the peace that only Jesus can give.