Moses at the burning bush is an archetype to me of the people I am drawn to.
He was designed and destined for greatness, made a wrong turn and became broken. Through significant effort he reinvented his life and became a socially acceptable unit in the culture. He was functional, productive, loved and stable. Forty years of hard work had positioned him in a non-remarkable context that was non-toxic, organic and sustainable with a modest amount of creature comforts accessible.
And when his destiny arose from the dead and confronted him, it asked him to lay down his functional life and embrace vast risk with unspeakable ambiguity in pursuit of fulfillment, at the expense of his carefully constructed consumer lifestyle, with a standard safety net.
And he choked.
My life is full of people like Moses.
I just came back from South Africa where I had any number of conversations where I confronted people with their destiny and was rewarded with a “Yes, but . . .”
I watched the tears spring to their eyes as their spirit felt vast confirmation of their calling. And I watched their soul valiantly struggle for control, seeking to put out the nascent fires of hope and vision.
The soul won most of those arguments. For some, it was sleight of hand. The soul agreed that this was design and destiny, but pursuit thereof would have to be put off for a while — and undefined “while.”
For others, it was guilt manipulation. After all, they had a moral obligation to family, ministry leaders and other people around them, and it certainly would not be possible to pursue their own destiny while fulfilling their responsibilities to others. Hence the need to graciously sacrifice one’s self for the good of others.
And for a few, the soul simply defiantly said it was not going to sacrifice decades of compensation to pursue the wild idea again. Been there, done that, checked it off the list, never looking back.
South Africa is no different than any other place I go. Moses is everywhere these days. Perhaps there were a few more there than usual since it was a conference for visionaries, but broadly, almost every trip I take, I come back sore of heart for the Moses’ I met and challenged and had to walk away from.
Thus, I have vast awe for the skill God displayed as He met Moses and started the job of restoring him, in spite of his ornery soul.
There is a book here for someone to write some day, laying out for us the strategies God used to restore Moses.
God met him in the context of the supernatural. God answered several of his concerns with philosophical answers and with hard data. When Moses dug in his heels, opting for comfort over calling, God raised the volume and demanded obedience since Moses would not offer it voluntarily.
Then came all of the drama of the succeeding events. It wasn’t just about Pharaoh. It was a carefully orchestrated CrossFit Gym designed to heal his broken soul at the same time as God was building it and toughening him up.
God knew when to be kind and patient and when to be intense. God knew that the healing would take place incrementally during the journey, not suddenly in the healing room. Moses was far from a model student. God was a master healer.
Such a masterpiece of wisdom!
Join me today in worshipping the God who is bigger than our junk.
Copyright September 2015 by Arthur Burk
From the Hub, once again, joyously