Sitting in a classroom on a Saturday morning with the seventh grade class, I’m finally able to listen. Not teach, not lead, but sit with the students in plastic chairs in a crowded classroom, and listen. We talk about the story of Moses.
The teacher asks about the miracle of the burning bush, and asks why Moses had to take off his shoes in that moment. The kids answer.
He took off his shoes because the ground was holy.
He took off his shoes because God looks at the heart, not at our appearances, not at our clothes or our shoes. He sees us exactly as we are.
And he took off his shoes because in that moment, there was nothing between him and God. Everything laid bare, everything out in the open. He was completely present and one with God in that moment. God spoke to him there.
What He told Moses in that holy, sacred moment was that He heard the cries of His people. He saw their tears and their heaviness. And He would answer.
It was after the encounter with the burning bush, that the deliverance came. Deliverance from the years of pain and abuse and bondage. Deliverance for the people of God.
That burned on my heart all this week.
Here in Kenya, sometimes I feel like I’m in the presence of a burning bush. The ground here is sacred, holy, somehow.
Like I’m standing in the gap between the hurt and the healing, the bondage and the deliverance. Waiting on God to work and to move. And in this place, in this waiting, there’s the presence of God. Gentle promises spoken.
I have to take off my shoes. Have to acknowledge before God that there’s needs here I can’t meet. There’s problems I can’t fix. I’m inadequate. And God sees me in my inadequacy and still, He allows me in His presence through the grace of Jesus. Let’s me witness what He’s doing here. Let’s me stand in that gap alongside hurting people, while we wait together to watch Him work.
I sit with a friend, and she shares with me her grief. Soft spoken, deep pain that she’s held in for so long. There’s a part of her inside that feels hopeless, dead, like she’s not sure what’s still pushing her forward. We share tears together, share the weight of dreams that have died. I don’t know when her deliverance from this pain will come. There in that moment, I feel God’s presence. We stand in the gap, and it’s holy ground.
I look into the eyes of a little boy, and he stares back at me, his expression blank and listless. He’s maybe four, maybe five years old, and he can’t communicate, doesn’t even acknowledge his own name. It’s the result of a curse called down on him by his own parents, when they sacrificed his healthy, whole mind to demonic presence, in the hopes of gaining wealth for themselves. I smile at him, but I want to weep. God, where is his deliverance? Why is he allowed to suffer? In that moment, I can’t change his past, can’t change his family situation right there and then. I’m standing in a gap, and God’s there and He sees the pain. I beg Him for some kind of miracle. And we wait on Him to answer. The ground is sacred.
A little boy calls my name across the schoolyard, comes running. He laughs as I show him his picture on the screen of my camera, and I want to freeze that sound. It’s the sound of beauty out of ashes, the laughter of a child who shouldn’t even have been here. His life is the result of the tragic rape of a teenage girl. She goes to high school now, in the hopes of providing a better future for herself and her son. He lives here, the smallest child in boarding at the school. Raised by teachers and the school matron. He’s loved and cared for, but still, there’s a gap. He’s only a small toddler, without a parent in his day-to-day reality. I kiss his face because I don’t know if anyone else has done so yet that day. I hold him and play with him, and every time I hear that laughter, it makes me catch my breath. I’m watching God at work here in His life, and standing in the gap in the meantime. I know I’m not big enough to fix this situation. Giving him hugs and kisses, playing with him and taking his photo won’t change the reality of his life. But for today, we’re here, together. I’m watching God’s unfolding miracle of deliverance. My shoes are off.
I sit in a quiet school office and go through the files of these kids in the rescue program. It’s my first time reading their stories. I’m blown away. These are the kids that I spend every day with. Their pasts are unthinkable, and yet they’re real. As I go out and I then interact with these kids, their stories echo across my heart and I feel the heaviness of it, even as we smile and laugh and play together. For some, deliverance has been unfolding already in their lives. They’re well on their path towards recovery, even though the scars will always remain. For others, though, they’re still standing in the gap, waiting. The pain is still so fresh. We hold out in the faith that God sees every tear and He knows the weight, knows the bondage, knows the scars. He’s standing in the gap there with us, holding out His hands and urging us all forwards, closer to Himself.
Some days, I would give anything to be able to close these gaps, or erase the pain. Instead, all I can do is listen and sit broken alongside my precious friends. I don’t have the answers. So I take off my shoes, because my Creator sees me exactly as I am. Weak and inadequate in the face of so much pain. I stand here in the gap, together with my brothers and sisters, and we’re all laid bare and just seeking the presence of God. Crying out at injustice and wanting to know when the deliverance will come.
On this holy ground, God speaks. “I AM who I say I AM.”
He is the God who keeps His promises.
He is the God of miracles.
He is the God whose grace is bigger than all of our shortcomings.
He is the God who loves us.
He is the God who gives just enough strength for today.
He is the God who will deliver us.
I believe that there are miracles at work here. Some already playing out, and others yet to come.
Before the miracles, though, before the freedom from bondage, before the parting seas and the manna from the sky, there this miracle of a burning bush.
The first miracle is always, always the miracle of God’s presence.
It’s here, on this holy and sacred ground, that we find the strength to walk forwards toward hope. It’s when our shoes are off that we can recognize our own inadequacies, and yet the depth of God’s grace in spite of it. It’s here that we can experience the presence of God. And then He can work. I AM will deliver us.
For today, maybe you’re standing in a gap between your own bondage and deliverance. Wondering why it seems as though God can’t hear your cries. Friends, He sees you. He hears you. Take off those shoes and get real and authentic before Him. It’s ok to admit that you’re inadequate, that you’re not strong enough. You were never meant to be strong enough on your own. Your Heavenly Father wants to speak hope and life over your broken situations. He wants to blow you away with His miracles.
For today, though, the miracle might just be the waiting, the gap, where He wants to meet you. It’s the miracle of the burning bush. Be there and be present, and wait for Him to work.