I
wonder if I’m alone in finding it a bit frustrating, the way God
seems to speak to God’s people in unmissable, unmistakeable ways
right through Scripture – yet
I can really
struggle to hear God for myself, even when I’m trying particularly
hard to pay attention.
“Oh
for sky-writing!” is quite a familiar cry,
as I imagine how lovely it would be if God spoke to me the way God
spoke to Abraham, Isaac, Jacob – and Moses!
Surely
it wouldn’t be that difficult for
God to oblige.
After
all, the Moses whom we encounter in tonight’s reading hasn’t
exactly got top credentials as a super-spiritual man of God when our
story begins. 40 years on
from that promising start as
the baby in the bullrushes,he
has fled from Egypt, after
losing his head entirely and lashing out in a
rage that leaves an Egyptian
dead. Brought up as a prince, Moses
is now quietly shepherding his father in law’s flock. Absolutely
nothing distinguished about this in any way at all…
He’s
just getting on with life.
He’s
not looking for a new job, not contemplating his own destiny, or that
of his people.
Indeed,
if you look at the start of the passage from Exodus, it seems God
hadn’t been too concerned about them either.
Though
we read Exodus with a perspective shaped by our
grasp of the over-arching
sweep of salvation history, there’s not much sense of that about
the place if you read this
passage in isolation.
The
Israelites groaned in their slavery and cried out, and their
cry for help because of their slavery went up to God. 24 God
heard their groaning and he remembered his covenant with
Abraham, with Isaac and with Jacob. 25 So
God looked on the Israelites and was concerned about them.
God
remembered!!!
The
God we meet in the Hebrew Scriptures is often very human.
He
can be talked round (remember Abram bargaining with him over Sodom
and Gomorrah).
He
gets angry (there’s quite
a lot of smiting about).
And,
at this point as tradition
has it, he has
allowed his thoughts to stray (presumably the only way in which the
Exodus story-tellers could account for the sufferings of Israel in
Egypt).
Very
very human.
Then
suddenly, God is recalled to Godself by the cries
of God’s people and
determines to do something about it.
This
may, of course, inspire questions for you.
If
God heard and intervened then
– why not at all the
other countless times in history when people have begged
God to act, and been apparently disappointed?
What
about the Holocaust?
Or
my dear friend’s cancer?
Or
the flooding in Kerala?
Did
we just not cry loud enough?
That’s
one of the great problems of faith – and you’ll not be surprised
to learn that I haven’t found a wholly satisfactory answer.
PART
of it, though, might be hinted at a bit later in our Exodus reading.
We
don’t tend to remember obscure ancestors who got everything wrong,
and it seems to me that even in these early chapters of Moses’
adventure there's a constant impetus to redemption and hope so that
we’d probably infer, even if we were hearing the Moses story for
the very first time, that this story had a happy ending.
But
I wonder if you have ever noticed how precarious his
story really is.
Preparing
this sermon I was brought up
short by a phrase I’d never noticed before
When
the Lord saw that he had turned aside to see,
God called to him..
Despite
what we’d imagine to be an unmistakeable sign that God was up to
something – Moses might have ignored that piece of flaming
shrubbery.
I’m
told that there is at least one desert plant that can spontaneously
burst into flames – so that perhaps the burning bush wasn’t as
absolutely extraordinary as we might expect.
He
could have walked on by...
“When
the Lord saw that Moses had turned aside to see...”
God
had been waiting for Moses to CHOOSE to come close.
God
wasn’t sure of God’s man.
Perhaps
other potential leaders had already walked past, turning away from a
starring role in history,
and yet God still waited in hope for a response.
Moses
had a choice...and he might all too easily have missed the moment.
Even
sky-writing can be overlooked,
after all.
“Earth’s
crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. But only
he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck
blackberries.”
wrote Elizabeth Barrett Browning in Aurora Leigh.
wrote Elizabeth Barrett Browning in Aurora Leigh.
Only
he who sees takes off his shoes…
Keep
your eyes open.
God
speaks to us in so very many and varied ways...so don’t close your
mind to the possibility that something apparently ordinary,
absolutely rooted in the rational, might still be a message for you.
Let
me tell you a story.
It
was, after all, something that we might manage to rationalise away to
nothing.
Surely
I’m not the only person to do that?
May
I tell you a story – of
God speaking in a way that was about as far removed from burning
bushes and sky-writing as it’s possible to imagine?
Once
upon a time, on a weekend course, I was sent out
on a Franciscan
walk
without
watch, phone or any agenda except attending to what God wanted to
show me. Anxious
but obedient, I set
off down the drive, taking time to look and listen as I very rarely
do. Having suffered all my days from a fair degree of
short-sightedness, I tend not to be a very visual person, and it was
good for me to learn to gaze without hurrying on to the next thing.
Normally,
of course, I would never have met the spider.
As it was, I nearly missed him, as he span his line around an ivied tree.
As it was, I nearly missed him, as he span his line around an ivied tree.
He
had one of those mottled grey-brown bodies that was very much at home
amid the layers of autumnal leaf-mould. I watched him scurrying along
the bridge he was building from his own body, hardly breathing for
fear that I might damage the fragile work of engineering that was
before me. But then the rain started…large, heavy drops, which
shook the dying leaves around his workplace. The spider froze, midway
between one twig and the next, stopped dead in the very midst, the
very moment of creation. Perfectly camouflaged amid the dead twigs
and bark, suspended on his own silken way, stretched, elongated, he
looked nothing like a spider at all.. I waited.
And waited.
As time passed, I became desperate for him to move.
And waited.
As time passed, I became desperate for him to move.
I
began to doubt my own memory. Had there ever really been a spider at
all, or had my eyes been playing tricks?
I
longed to shake the branch again, to prompt him to move, to reveal
himself.
I
knew deep down that I had seen
him, that what I now gazed at, willing him to move, to prove the
truth of my experience, had only paused upon its delicate and
dedicated course.
I
knew, but still I longed for confirmation, for fresh evidence of a
reality that should need no proof.
Then I heard God laughing.
“Kathryn” he said “You’re doing it again. Don’t you realise that you do this with me, again and again and again? We spend time together. I fill you with a sense of joy and awe at my presence, and you focus completely on me. Then the time comes for you to leave the mountain, and even as you head homewards the doubts crowd in. “Was it really God?” you ask. “Perhaps I just felt happy because it was a beautiful place and a special day. Perhaps I was bouyed up by the presence of loving friends.”
Then I heard God laughing.
“Kathryn” he said “You’re doing it again. Don’t you realise that you do this with me, again and again and again? We spend time together. I fill you with a sense of joy and awe at my presence, and you focus completely on me. Then the time comes for you to leave the mountain, and even as you head homewards the doubts crowd in. “Was it really God?” you ask. “Perhaps I just felt happy because it was a beautiful place and a special day. Perhaps I was bouyed up by the presence of loving friends.”
You
will the moment to repeat itself, to confirm its truth.
That spider is a spider, even though its intricate work appears to halt, even though it seems to vanish, and merge into its own small world.
That spider is a spider, even though its intricate work appears to halt, even though it seems to vanish, and merge into its own small world.
And
I am God.
You
may lose sight of me too, may wonder if you ever really glimpsed me
here…but I have the whole created world in which to hide or show
myself. You need not doubt the evidence of your eyes”
Only
he who sees takes off his shoes...
God’s
message that day didn’t involve a life-changing new direction, or
some amazing act of spiritual heroism….but it did encourage me to
pay attention – a
revisiting the story encourages me again and again because God
is still speaking – to you and to me.
We
know what happened next in the Moses story, because he was attentive
and obedient to God, albeit after a bit of negotiation.
We
can’t know what might have happened otherwise – but we do know
that Moses had
a choice.
When
God saw that he had turned aside – THEN God knew that Moses would
work with God in leading God’s people to freedom.
And,
then as now, history is
lived forward, understood backwards – and you have a part to play
in God’s work in the world.
So,
believe me, - this is holy ground, right here and right now.
The
God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob – and Moses too – waits for us to
choose to turn towards him, to willingly involve ourselves in God’s
mission in the world.
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