Now, I know that we have the Bible. Everything we need to know is contained in its pages. But wouldn't it be cool if God made an appearance every once in a while, like he did for Moses on top of Mount Horeb? Heck, I'd even be happy if He showed up like George Burns every once in a while, smoking a stogie and making bad jokes, like in Oh, God! I want God to come right out and tell me the purpose of my life.
It doesn't have to be anything as showy as a burning bush. It could be a simple Tweet, with a hashtag like "#IAM." I know things weren't simple or easy in ancient Israel. There are way too many crucifixions for me to believe that. But God used to make a few more personal appearances than He does nowadays.
I'm not complaining, because I don't want to be struck by lightning or leprosy. I simply want a map, telling me what my next move is. Should I look for a full-time job at another university? Or should I concentrate on writing a new book? If Donald Trump gets elected as President of the United States, should I move to Canada?
Those are Saint Marty's burning questions. Now, where's the burning bush?
The Burning Bush
by: Jericho Brown
Lizard’s shade turned torch, what thorns I bore
Nomadic shepherds clipped. Still,
I’ve stood, a soldier listening for the word,
Attack, a prophet praying any ember be spoken
Through me in this desert full of fugitives.
Now, I have a voice. Entered, I am lit.
Remember me for this sprouting fire,
For the lash of flaming tongues that lick
But do not swallow my leaves, my flimsy
Branches. No ash behind, I burn to bloom.
I am not consumed. I am not consumed.
|Hello, God. It's me, Saint Marty.|