Where do you see God? Where do you feel his presence? I see God in most things, especially those things that are wonderful. In the laughter and smiles of children, in the sunrise, in a single breeze that goes through my hair, in the moment a plant bursts forth from the soil that I am lucky enough to see happen. I see the movement of the spirit of God in the rain, and the wind, in an animal creeping through the woods, in an Eagle soaring up from the ground to the tree above. I see the spirit of God in other people. I see it in the way he brings them together in just the right spot at just the right time to make a difference in their lives. I see the movement of God’s hand in plans that come together seemingly on their own.
Sunday school last Sunday for my children was about Moses and the Burning Bush. I always loved that story. First when I was very young I thought, as many of us do, of the epic movie, ‘The Ten Commandments’ with Charlton Heston. I think of the special effects that were so very basic in 1956 when it was made and the image of the bush speaking to Moses in that deep, OZ like voice. I have often wondered what that moment was really like to Moses, what it would be like really to have a bush burn without being consumed right in front of me? What would we think of that now?
When I meditate on those things I realize that perhaps it is those breathtaking unexpected moments that might come close to what it was like for Moses. I don’t know. I can tell you that things go incredibly quiet when time freezes and stands still in a moment filled with absolute amazement. It is a moment where your ears don’t hear and the sound of your own heart is very very loud. But it is not a moment filled with fear. The silence is so loud that I suspect the only voice you could hear would be God’s voice, or the sound of the Spirit moving through you.
I remember being out hunting a few years ago. And a doe walked up to within 7 feet of me and she just looked right into me. I can still see it and every detail I can see still just by closing my eyes, it was that intense. I moved slightly but she took another step toward me , not away and looked closer. Then she went off, not with her tail flagged but just loping away. Another instance I was climbing down from a bow stand and had to make my way out of the woods in the dark to the field to meet my husband. At dusk is when the deer and some other critters start wandering and birds go to roost. As I made my way out I heard rustling over my head and thought okay it’s a turkey. Then I heard wings flapping everywhere. It turned out it was a whole flock of Turkey’s taking off because I had walked under the spot where they’d roosted. Anyone who had the daylights scared out of them by the movie The Birds would be on the ground with this one. All I could hear was flapping wings and though it was dark and it was loud I wasn’t afraid. I thought then what a magnificent thing it was to experience. And though their wings were loud there was also a great silence with it. Like watching a movie with no sound.
It is in moments like that, that the wonder and amazement of nature that the unexpected happens and moments of clarity happen. I wonder if I had been out with the sole purpose of meditating on all things spiritual if my experience of it would have been different. In Native American religions it is called a vision quest. Not much different really than what Moses went out to do. Going out to have a conversation with God and to listen for the message. It always seems to be out in nature that these things happen in the lives of the prophets. How many burning bushes have we missed? How many burning bushes have you missed? How many opportunities do you give yourself to sit and not pray to God, but to listen for God’s message to you? Be still…and listen
©Adrienne McLeod 2011