The truth is I was wandering when I saw it.
It was the strangest thing.
It was lit up like it was burning, but not burning up.
It appeared alive—an altering intensity of shapes—an eternal fire?
I walked toward the object.
When I got close enough, no joke, it spoke. “There you are … it’s about time you showed up.”
I looked around for someone hiding, expecting this was a trick.
I didn’t see anyone. I’m thinking the guys back home will never believe this. “Are you talking to me?”
“I don’t see anyone else here, do you?”
“Who are you?” I’m still thinking this might be a prank.
“Don’t come any closer.”
“Take off your shoes.”
“This is holy ground.”
“Are you the Lord?”
“What do you want from me?” I was very nervous.
“I’m sending you on a mission trip to Pharaoh of Egypt with a message.”
“Oh?” My stomach was seasick.
“You will lead my people to freedom. Tell Pharaoh to let them leave.”
“Lord be reasonable, neither Pharaoh nor the people will believe me.” I felt on the edge of throwing up.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Now I’m desperate. “Listen Lord I was ready to do this when I was forty. I had everything going for me. I was a celebrity. I was heir apparent. I had my health. But now look at me I’m eighty.”
“I know how old you are.”
“Besides Lord, I don’t speak too well. I’m in sorry shape. I …”
“Forget the excuses.”
“Maybe someone else would be better?”
“Nope, I pick you.”