Holy Ground
To
many of the members of the Order of the Arrow, a fraternity of campers within
the Boy Scouts, the Ordeal Ring at Worth Ranch was a sacred place. It holds many significant memories. There some members passed their own
"ordeals," their induction into the Order of the Arrow, and their
induction ceremony was in itself almost a religious experience, a sacred
thing. Not just anyone could actually
enter the Ring. It lay hidden in the
woods somewhere down in the "bottoms"; and unless you were a member
of the Order, you didn't even know where to find it. Rock walls guarded it on three sides, while a
gentle slope dropped off the back side.
A narrow passage between two boulders served as an entrance. When not used for "Ordeal"
ceremonies, the ring offered a quiet haven for solitude, meditation, and
reflection.
That Sunday morning in December, as
our troop began cleaning up after breakfast, I set out alone for the ring. I needed a moment of solitude and personal
reflection before the boys gathered for camp worship. The Ordeal Ring contained no seats except for
an occasional rock here and there low to the ground. There was a mosaic of grass and patches of
dirt for a floor. As I sat down on a
rock near the center, I felt captivated by the sounds, a winter bird chirping
somewhere in the woods, the breeze rustling high in the branches around
me. I sat there thinking -- I'm not sure
what, now -- until a sense of God's presence seemed to drift around me, gently,
quietly. No burning bush. No earthquake. Not even a still, small voice. Just a sense as real as the wind in my face
that He had joined me. I almost expected
to hear a the voice saying, "Take off your shoes. This is holy ground." For the brief space of half an hour, it was
holy ground to me. Not because I passed
my ordeal there. I didn't. But because the presence of God met me there.
What made that spot holy
ground? Remember Moses? While he shepherded the flock of his
father-in-law, Jethro, he had a more dramatic encounter with the Lord. At the time, he was just an ordinary person
who had found himself on a spot covered with patches of grass, rocks, a
scattering of bushes meager in size as well as number. But there God chose to reveal Himself to
Moses. First, "the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a blazing fire
from the midst of a bush; and he looked, and behold, the bush was burning with
fire, yet the bush was not consumed." (Exodus 3.2) This was unusual in that wilderness. Not unusual that the bush caught fire, but
that it never burned up. When finally
Moses could contain himself no longer, he turned to see why the bush had not
burned up. Then, the Lord Himself spoke
to Moses from the midst of the bush. And
He said, "Do not come near here; remove your sandals from your feet, for
the place on which you are standing is holy ground." (Exodus 3.5)
A patch of grass, dirt, and rocks --
holy ground? You bet. Why?
What makes such a scrubby spot holy?
A holy God stepped out of His holy place and stepped down to an unholy
earth to meet a sinful man right where he was and to transform his life. And the very presence of that holy God
transformed that otherwise scraggly spot into holy ground. Isn't it amazing? Any place -- a church sanctuary, a football
stadium, a clearing in the woods, or a spot on a mountainside -- can become
holy if God is there. When God reveals
Himself at such a spot, that revelation nearly always includes a vivid
awareness of His holiness. God is
holy. How desperately we need to grasp
that fact. Of all the attributes
theologians have categorized, this one dominates. Jack Hayford said the holiness of God is that
which preserves who He is as God. In
fact, biblical writers themselves use this term holy more frequently
than all others to describe the nature and being of God. He is the Holy One, or the Holy One of
Israel. His is a holy name. He dwells in a holy temple. He is addressed in prayer as Holy
Father. God is holy.
When
God shows up, the ground all around Him becomes holy ground. When He reveals Himself to unholy man, it
usually results in a response from him.
And it's usually more than just taking off his shoes.
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