Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes —
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware…
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh
When Jacob awoke from his sleep, he thought, “Surely the Lord is in this place, and I was not aware of it.”
— Gen 28:16
It is impossible to miss God on the mount of transfiguration (Luke 9:28-36) and too easy to miss him as I go about my day. Is every bush really afire with God? Perhaps not. Maybe sometimes a bush is just a bush. But there is no bush absent from his presence. As David wrote, “if I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.” (Ps 139:7-12)
I don’t want to miss the burning bushes in ordinary life. I don’t want to look back and say, “God was in this place and I was unaware.” Father, awaken my senses to your presence. Let me see the beauty of the Holy one. Let me smell the fragrance of Christ. Let me hear the voice of the Shepherd. Let me touch the hem of His garment . Let me taste the sweetness of his Word. And let it happen in the ordinary, everyday stuff of life.
Wake up, sleeper,
rise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you.
— Eph 5:14