"Earth's crammed with heaven,
and every common bush afire with God;
and only he who sees takes off his shoes,
the rest sit round it and pluck blackberries, ..... "
I read this Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem recently and had an "aha" moment. It wasn't her reverence for nature that amazed me; it was her reference to the burning bush and the removal of shoes. I knew the burning bush was in reference to Moses.
..take off your sandals,
for the place on which you are standing
is holy ground.
(Exodus 3:5 NIV)
In re-reading the burning bush story I felt stunned.
Years
ago, my grandfather had terminal cancer. We knew that he had just a few weeks
to live. My normal routine was to come home from work and greet Sara and
Michael, then go to visit my grandparents. On this particular day, I just felt
that I needed to go straight to my grandparent's house. I had no strong
thoughts that death was near, for I had seen my grandpa that morning and we
shared smiles and hugs. I just sensed that I should go there first. When I
arrived, my former husband Steve met me in the kitchen. He didn't say a word, nor
did he have to. His face said it all. I immediately knew that my grandpa was
dying. As I headed toward the bedroom, I stopped in the hallway and removed
my shoes. At the time, I had no idea why I was doing this.
For
years that has puzzled me. Why did I stop and remove my shoes? In reading this
poem, and God's words to Moses, I suddenly had my answer. I removed my shoes
because the moment I crossed the threshold, that small bedroom became a sacred
place. The
place that held my precious grandfather, Bopee. The man who held me right after
I was born. The man who loved his family with all his heart. The man who made
me laugh with his fun sense of humor. The man who taught me faith and love
through example. The man who called me Sunshine.
It
wasn't a coincidence that I went straight there that day. I believe it was
divine intervention. Within hours, my precious grandpa passed away. It was the
last time that I was able to hug him or tell him (face to face) how very much I
loved him. On April 9, 1996.... I was indeed standing on holy ground.