There an angel of the LORD appeared to him in fire flaming out of a bush. As he looked on, he was surprised to see that the bush, though on fire, was not consumed. (EXODUS 3:2)
When I read the story of Moses and the burning bush I think how exciting it must have been to see that burning bush and to have the opportunity to talk to God. How honored Moses must have felt to be chosen by God to lead the children of Israel out of Egypt. Yet, I acknowledge there is still that little doubting Thomas in all of us that would still question what we were being told.
In my every day work I often think God is talking to me — maybe not through a burning bush or over the P.A. system — but when I am holding the hand of someone who is in pain or confused, or a person who has suffered poverty and oppression all of his or her life, is God telling me something? Is God telling me to find a way to really be there for them or to find one more resource that might make a difference for that person or that family?
Sometimes I hear God reminding me to try to be a better person, to take a few extra minutes with someone in my path who just wants someone to hear his or her story. And when I am impatient and judgmental God sometimes reminds me of how lucky I have been in life and how much I owe the people around me who have honored me with the opportunity to be a part of their life stories. My job is to listen — to hear what God is saying.