Moses Supposes

I’ve recently been reading Exodus.  

I chose Exodus because I have always felt a kinship with the patriarch, Moses.  No, I don’t think I should carry a staff and wear long robes, (Although if I keep shopping Lu La Roe, it’s bound to happen.)

He’s just flawed.  Moses makes a lot of mistakes. He wonders if he is any use to God.  He gets burned out.  And sometimes he thinks he knows what’s best.  I think Mosses is one of the forefathers with the most humanity.

Actually I see my self all over the story of Exodus. The mom who would do anything to protect her child.  Another woman who wants to save a baby and bring him up to a different life. A man full of mistakes wandering the dessert wondering if he’s useful. And most acutely I see myself in the Children of Israel: impatient, short sighted, ungrateful, and forgetful of a magnificent God.

I see myself all over the story, but more importantly I see the wonders of that magnificent God.  The God of plagues and wind and sea.  The God that is so fantastic, contrary to the image of the stumblings of man.  A God who makes no mistakes, and knows how to do things in perfect time. A God who is always patient and never forgets.  

I choose this book because I see me, and the God that loves me.  And I need to learn more about Him. So that I will remember how He has parted the sea for me, and that He has a reason for the forty years in the dessert, and to be grateful for my daily bread.

I dive into the story of kings and princesses, murder and redemption, a great journey and a whiny people, and a promise land.

“Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons (and daughters :)) of God. ”  1 John 3:1a (emphasis added)