My neighbor set my yard on fire yesterday. Turns out, a burning bush, while scary, is a good thing.

Here’s the tale. My wife looks out our front door to see smoke rising from one corner of our property. Then flames. She calls 911. The firemen put the fire out.

Turns out our neighbor tossed ashes from her furnace on to our property. So I’m angry. I call my neighbor, angrily. She apologizes. She cries. She explains that her husband is away, his mother very ill, the furnace is dying, and the stress overwhelmed her and, as a result, she did something really stupid. She cries some more, because she doesn’t like to do stupid things, especially this stupid.

I tell her I get angry, let people know I’m angry, and then accept sincere apologies.

I call her back to see if there’s anything I can do to help while Joe is away.

When I get home in the evening I go over to her house, give her a hug and try to explain that she doesn’t have a monopoly on doing stupid things (my wife and kids can attest to that).

Surprise, surprise, a burning bush helped me be a better Christian (something I always need help with).

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