in exodus 3, a man named moses is minding his own business and tending his sheep in a land he is incredibly familiar with.  out of nowhere, he sees this bush that is on fire but isn’t being consumed, and as he approaches it he hears the voice of god telling him to deliver his people.  god proceeds to tell moses to take off his sandals, because the ground he is standing on is holy.  this whole exchange explodes my mind.

from what i understand, this is a land that moses is quite familiar with.  he has been a shepherd in this land for quite some time.  walking this ground every day.  has this ground been holy the entire time, and for the first time, moses is realizing it?

this makes me think that i should probably start watching where i am stepping.  how much holy ground have i been treading on, and am finally realizing?  my loft is holy ground, but i am too busy cleaning, and working, and watching tv to realize it.  my office is holy ground, but i am too busy rushing around madly to meetings and returning phone calls and emails to realize it.  i drive the same way to work, through the same business district and neighborhoods every day.  and those are holy ground.  and i am too consumed in thinking about the days events to realize it.

In Genesis 28:16-17

16-17 Jacob woke up from his sleep. He said, “God is in this place—truly. And I didn’t even know it!” He was terrified. He whispered in awe, “Incredible. Wonderful. Holy. This is God’s House. This is the Gate of Heaven.”

when i go home, to viist my family, first thing i do when i walk in the house is to take off my shoes.  it is a clean and welcoming place filled with much love and passion, and i take off my shoes, ritually and subconsciously, because i want to respect that.  there is something lovely, and wonderful, and forgiving, and redeeming, and passionate about home.  and that is godly.  where you find those things, you find jesus.  and it all becomes holy ground.