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I want to hear God. I want to know his specific will for my life. I want him to tell me what to do next. I want . . .
A Burning Bush
It worked for Moses. When he was on Mt. Horeb and saw the bush that burned but didn’t burn up, he went over to get a closer look. That’s when God spoke to him in an unmistakable, clear, audible voice.
God called him by name.
He announced who he was.
He told Moses the overall plan.
He answered Moses’ questions.
He promised to be with him.
He gave Moses a sign to show that he had sent him.
He revealed his name to him.
He gave him step-by-step directions.
He told him what to expect.
He gave him the ability to perform three miraculous signs.
He promised his help.
And he responded to Moses’ fears by allowing him a helper.
Yeah, a burning bush. That’ll do it.
As a former missionary—oh, forget that—as a believer in God, I’ve faced many times when I’ve wanted him to communicate with me through a miracle. I’ve even been tempted to let my imagination wring meaning out of not uncommon occurrences: The supermarket is selling spagghetti 50% off? Surely that means that God want’s me to move to Italy . . . and I can leave with only half the money raised . . . right?
But when it comes to hearing from God, I think there’s another kind of Old Testament bush that we should look for—
A Broom Bush . . .
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[photo: “O Adonai,” by Lawrence OP, used under a Creative Commons license]
Clearing Customs 