Finding God in the Darkness

 

13 Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble;

He saved them out of their distresses.

14 He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death,

And broke their bands apart. (Psalm 107:13-14).

 

The morning sky had not yet begun to pale in the east when the crew aboard the cargo ship noticed that there was something dreadfully wrong aboard their vessel.  Plumes of thick, acrid smoke were already pouring from one of the passageways, driving the crew out onto the main deck.  Luckily, the vessel was moored at the dock and a crewmember was dispatched to the shore to notify the Port fire department.  He found a payphone but then stopped, for he was unaware of the simple 911 system that is common to the United States.  He simply did not know what number to call.  What he did know was that the fire station was located on the main road into the Port, nearly two miles from where his ship was docked.  He had no car or other means of transportation, so he ran the entire distance.

 

Because of the delay, the fire had been given plenty of time to intensify and to heat up by the time we arrived on the scene.  Luckily, it was located amidships on the main deck and so had been unable to move into the cargo holds or down into the engine room.  Nevertheless, it was a hot fire as our crews dragged their hoselines up the gangway, across the deck and into the superstructure of the vessel.  The fire had long since flashed over the cabin where the fire originated and was now rolling across the passageways.  Not that we could see much in the way of flames.  The smoke was thick and black and came all the way down to the floor.

 

The lead hose team only made it partway to the fire when they ran short of air and called for a relief team to follow the hose to the nozzle and take over.  I was on the relief team and checked in with the nozzleman, relieving him on the nozzle amidst the clattering of alarm bells from low air packs.  Our instructions were to standby until a backup hose team caught up to us and so, we held place in the thick, black smoke, using an occasional short burst of water to darken down the flames that were rolling over our heads.

 

I felt a gloved hand on my shoulder and heard the words, “I’ll be right back,” from my partner on the hoseline and suddenly I was alone in the darkness.  This wasn’t the way things were supposed to happen.  Freelancing is forbidden in the fire service and even back in those early days of my career it was not approved.  I was a bit torn between obeying my orders to remain in place versus doing the safe thing and pulling out.  I decided to remain.

 

Every fire fighter who has been on the job for any length of time has found himself in a situation where he is down on his hands and knees in a place where he cannot see his hand in front of his face.  I knew that I could not because I had checked.  It is at a time like this that a sense of introspection arises and one is faced with the existential question: “What on earth am I doing here?”

 

You may be asking yourself the same question.  True, the darkness that you are facing in your life is probably not literal, but you can nevertheless empathize with that lonely feeling of abandonment and you long for the hand of God upon your shoulder that whispers, “It’s okay, I am with you.”

 

Those were the words that Moses heard.  He had been alone for a very long time.  Wanted for the  murder of an Egyptian taskmaster, he had long since left the land of his birth to become a fugitive in a foreign land.  He had gone from a prince of Egypt to a lowly shepherd.  He had gone from the glories of the land of the pyramids to what felt like the wasted life of a desert nomad.  There must have been times when he asked the question, “What on earth am I doing here?”

 

One day, Moses happened upon an unusual sight.  It was a fire.  At the source of the fire was a bush.  He must have watched for a while, waiting for the bush to be consumed by the fire.  Perhaps an hour passed and then another.  The fire showed no signs of dying down.  The bush showed no signs of burning.  The leaves were still green and visible through the flames.

 

Suddenly there was a voice. 

 

“Moses, Moses!”

 

What do you say to a talking bush?  I can’t think of a better reply than the one Moses gives, “Here  I am!”  What follows is a conversation, not between a bush and a man, but between the God of all the universe and His chosen servant.

 

To be sure, Moses isn’t sure that he is up to the task, especially when he learns that it involves going back to Egypt.  Egypt?  That is the one place on earth where he doesn’t want to go.  It is the place of scandal.  It is the place where he has been accused of a heinous crime.  Moses knows deep down in his heart that the accusation is true.  It is bad enough to have people accuse you; it is even worse when you know the accusation is true.

 

God sets forth the plan.  Moses is to go to Egypt and he will be the spokesman for God.  The Lord will give the message and Moses will proclaim it.

 

Moses must have wondered why he was necessary to the plan.  After all, God could simply have spoken to Pharaoh and the people of Egypt from a burning bush or from a storm cloud or from a pillar of fire.  Why did Moses have to get involved?  It is because God wanted to get personal.

 

The story is told of a little girl who cried out to her mother from her bedroom, “Mommy, I’m afraid to be in my dark room alone.”  Her mother replied, “It’s okay, Honey.  The Lord is with you.”  She called back, “Yes, but I want someone with skin on.”

 

Throughout the Old Testament, God had manifested Himself in thunder and lightning, a cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night.  He had approached men through a sacrificial system - by the blood of bulls and of goats.  There was a mediator in the priesthood and a holy place in the Temple - and before that, the Tabernacle.

 

But ultimately there was something lacking in all of these manifestations.  There was a desire to experience God “with skin on.”  Jesus is God “with skin on.”  And He has come so that we never have to be afraid again.

 

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