It’s happening again – splotches of scarlet shrubs adding pizzazz to October’s jeweled tones slowly morphing into winter’s silence. But wait, slow down, stop and gaze into the next burning bush (Winged Euonymous or spindle tree) you pass. Note the reddish-purple fruit beneath finely toothed leaves, upon branches flaring with corky wings. Within a few days, note the red mantle encircling the bush.

Such a burning bush recalls the story of Moses as narrated in the book of Exodus. It was an ordinary morning when Moses led his father-in law’s sheep toward the wilderness area near Mount Horeb; an ordinary morning that would stun Moses to the core. In the distance, he noted a living shrub enlivened by flames. Terrified, he moved closer. From the heart of the bush resounded the words: “Moses! Moses! Take of your shoes. Come no nearer, for the place on which you stand is holy ground. I am the God of your father Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” Moses covered his face, afraid to look at God.

More words followed from the burning bush: the revelation of God’s name empowering Moses to free the oppressed Israelites from the Pharaoh, and the strategies necessary for this daunting task. After Moses’s reluctant acceptance, the living shrub resumed its usual appearance, but he was changed. And we know the rest of the story.

As you move into your next ordinary morning, be on the lookout for a “burning bush.” It could change your life! Be not as the British Pre-Raphaelite Christina Rossetti described at the end of one of her poems: “the dull-witted eating blackberries seated around a burning bush!”