As I read through Acts 7, I was reminded about Moses and his encounter with God in the burning bush as Stephen recounted it in his speech to the Sanhedrin. I would have loved to have been in the crowd for that one.
“Then the Lord said to him, ‘Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground. Acts 7:33
The only two times in my life I have felt as if I was on holy ground (and expressed it exactly that way) was by the death beds of two young people I loved dearly and lost way to early within just a few years of each other. When someone is dying the veil between heaven and earth seems so willowy and slight . . . it’s almost nonexistent.
I’ve often said that God doesn’t need to yell. He only whispers because He is close to us. We don’t yell in someone’s ear! We whisper in it. But here is what crossed my mind . . . Because God is always near us, mustn’t all the ground we walk be holy ground?
My mind is pondering this concept. It’s turning over and over in my heart and mind and giving me a new perspective on what I see around me, do and say.
He doesn’t play hide-and-seek with us. He’s not remote; he’s near. We live and move in him, can’t get away from him! One of your poets said it well: ‘We’re the God-created. Acts 17:28 MSG
Christ in us . . . Just as God was in the burning bush so long ago calling out to Moses. Does that take a hold of your heart in a new and tender way? I pray this thought and image begins to take over my heart with each day and that we begin to slowly realize how close God really is to us. And maybe, just maybe we will kick off our shoes in recognition of the Holy Ground we are on.