When Moses stood in front of the Burning Bush in Exodus 3 he gave God all manner of excuses as to why he could not lead the Israelites into the Promised Land. He told God that he wasn’t gifted at public speaking, what if the Pharaoh didn’t listen to him, what if, what if, what if ?
I imagine that God shook His head at the foolishness of Moses. It seemed as if Moses forgot to Whom he was speaking. Moses was talking to the God of the Universe. The God who spoke the whole world into being, the God who set the stars in the sky with a thought, who created the amazing animals, plants, and terrain that surrounded Moses.
Moses was about to be taken to school by the Ultimate Teacher. Exodus 4:1-5 picks up the story.
Then Moses answered, “What if they won’t believe me and will not obey me but say, ‘The Lord did not appear to you’?”
The Lord asked him, “What is that in your hand?”
“A staff,” he replied.
Then He said, “Throw it on the ground.” He threw it on the ground, and it became a snake. Moses ran from it, but the Lord told him, “Stretch out your hand and grab it by the tail.” So he stretched out his hand and caught it, and it became a staff in his hand. “This will take place,” He continued, “so they will believe that Yahweh, the God of their fathers, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, has appeared to you.”
Moses was challenged to use what was in his hands, the tools that were available to him were tools that God would use to show His glory. God didn’t need something with the glitz and glamour of Vegas, He used a normal, ordinary, simple piece of wood to show His power.
God does need us to be the smartest, the most talented, the most beautiful, the skinniest, tallest, or even the shortest to do His work– He just needs the person who is willing– willing to trust His plan when it makes no sense to the finite mind He created, willing to step out onto the ledge only to see that it is time to fly.
Years ago I was challenged by a pastor who taught on this event to look into my own hands and to see what I was holding. Was it a gift, a talent, a tool? What could God do with it if I only trusted it to His skilled hands and infinite mind?
What about you? What’s in your hands?