Friday, April 15, 2022

Miracles of the Exodus

   Moses was born in the tribe of Levi, but raised in Egyptian royalty.

   By age 80 he was a humble sheep herder in Arabia. He sees a bush on fire, but not being consumed. As he approaches, God calls to him from within the bush. (Nothing is impossible with God.)

   Do not come any closer. Take off your sandals. The place where you are standing is holy ground. - Exodus 3:4-5. 

   If that didn't frighten him, the Lord added, 'I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob.' Moses hid his face in fear. - v. 3:6

   After giving the Lord every reason he wasn't qualified to challenge Pharaoh and lead his people out of slavery, he reluctantly accepted the call to challenge Pharaoh and lead his people out of slavery. 

   God turns Aaron's staff into a snake and back, the Nile into blood, and he plagues the rest of Egypt with frogs, gnats, flies, boils, hail, locusts and darkness. If that doesn't move Pharaoh, God will take the lives of all Egypt's first born. It didn't and he did. The Passover.

   The exodus travels south along the Red Sea, following a cloud by day and fire by night. They find themselves trapped by the Gulf of Aden and an impassable mountain, with Egypt's army coming on! Pharaoh had changed his mind. 

   What have you done to us? they cry to Moses. It would be better to serve the Egyptians than to die in the desert. - Exodus 14:11-12. It's a complaint Moses is going to hear every time of difficulty.

   There are about two miles of open water across to Arabia. Too deep to wade. Moses raised his staff. God parted the water into two walls, and provided light for the nighttime escape...while darkness halted the army.

   The Lord wanted more. The Egyptians will know that I am the Lord when I gain glory through Pharaoh, his chariots and his horsemen.        - Exodus 14:18 

   Early in the morning the sea covered the pursuing Egyptians. 

  These days, there is a daily passover...numerous cargo ships passing over the graves.  

Tomorrow: It's raining bread


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