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Moses, dear Moses - Part 2
by theburningbushboy Solanke
6/13/2017 / Christian Living
Dear Moses, you grew up in the hands of an excellent woman, a woman who took time to set your beginning. She raised you up with the understanding that you would one day live in a world so different from your own world. She ensured you were brought up a Hebrew child to serve in an Egyptian palace, yet without having to lose your Hebrew descent.
After some years, the Egyptian princess came back to demand for you from the nurse (your mother) she gave you to. I was not there, but I could describe the moment as tense. Tell me, how easy can it be for a mother to be separated from her son in such a manner? If tears did not drop from her eyes, they surely did in her heart. She must have bled in her heart, and if only you too could remember what happened that day; you cried. Moses, you wept!
However, your mother was a strong personality. She must have picked herself up, knowing that with the teachings you had received from her hands/life, you could stand anywhere. If she was happy to let you go at all, it was because she knew (by faith) that you were born with a purpose that could not be thwarted. As she, therefore, handed you back to the princess, she knew she was sending you forth into the territory of the enemy as God’s agent of deliverance. Egypt was now set to bring up a child that would in years to come fight against the land. Of course, events later proved your mother right.
“Moses was educated in the best school in Egypt. He was equally impressive as a thinker and an athlete.” (Act 7:22) The Message (TM).
It was already too late by the time the King was trying so hard to bring you up an Egyptian. You had already been raised a Hebrew and although you attended the best schools in Egypt and eventually became the heir apparent, the Hebrew in you refused to dissolve. What did Pharaoh not do to ensure you followed his footsteps? What did he not do to get you live after his example and serve his gods? He did it all, but he just couldn’t reset the foundation your mother laid. As much as he tried, he couldn’t erase those teachings your mother carefully engraved upon the skin of your heart. Lord, where are such great mothers!
Writer’s Burden: Pardon me for not being able to overlook the role Moses’ mother played in the life of her son, especially before he got into Pharaoh’s hand. It’s sad, because I know that mothers, including fathers, are no longer proactive and purposeful about the raising up of their children. We’ve given up on the challenge of bringing up Hebrew children in an Egyptian world. Parents!
“Now it came to pass in those days, when Moses was grown that he went out to his brethren and looked at their burdens.” Ex, 2:11a.
“When he was forty years old, he wondered how everything was going with his Hebrew kin and went out to look things over.” (Act 7: 23) TM.
Dear Moses, how did you manage that for 40 years you did not lose touch of the fact that you were a Hebrew child? With all Pharaoh offered and raised you to be, how come you did not forget your source? I will always respect you for not allowing the life in the palace and having access to wealth and fame change the way Mother told you to always see yourself. I mean, Egypt was the superpower of your time and you were not only next to the king, you were next to being the king. Not forgetting that you were a stranger in a foreign land that offered you so much will surely not cease to amaze me.
When the Bible recorded that you went out, it occurred to me that you actually chose to take a step out of the world, because you knew that though you were in the world, you did not belong to the world. Kai! Oh that my life be like yours! My own world has too much comfort to offer me and sincerely, Moses, I hate to think of ever stepping out of it. I find myself so sentimentally attached to this world that I cast out the devil each time he brings the thought of having to leave it behind for a New Jerusalem somewhere. Well, someone just whispered that such thoughts are from the Holy Spirit and not from the devil. Nobody, but the Holy Spirit, encourages one to leave Sodom and Gomorrah before the brimstone starts raining. I suddenly remember the story of Lot and his wife. My case is, therefore, not new, but will I ever learn from the errors of others documented for me to live right?
Moses, even though you knew all along that you belonged with the Hebrews, you waited until you clocked 40 years to pay your brethren a visit. Why 40? Anyway, I think I love the part that though you ate daily at the king’s table for that long, you were still conscious of the fact that you didn’t belong to the palace. At this point, something struck my heart and got me praying. I have seen wealth, position, fame and power possessing and separating men from God, the giver of life; but although you had all these, they were unable to possess you and cause you to derail from faith.
As you stepped out to check on your people, I bet you knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. You knew you would be making a choice between the poor Israelites and the powerful throne of Egypt, which was, of course, already waiting for you. Reading your account in the book of Hebrew 11: 24 -26, I broke down in tears as I saw the vain life I am presently living.
“Having become great, Moses by faith refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter,” (Heb 11:24)
How could you ever refuse to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter? What could be greater than that? Dear Moses, how easy was it for you to make that choice? The Bible verse said that it was after you had become a grownup, great and acceptable in the land as the heir to the throne that you suddenly refused to be so decorated. Why will a man decide to take a plunge when he’s about to be celebrated at his zenith? Why did you wait to become great before making this choice? Didn’t you think of what it cost you to climb to the top? I have tons of questions. Moses, were you human at all?
Making this choice would have been easier when you were a Mr. Nobody, but definitely not when you had gained so much respect and acceptance. That the Bible even said you made this choice by faith meant you saw nothing physically to guide or assure you. I would have said you took a risk by not seeing anything physically worthwhile, but then, faith is blind to realities. Your eyes of faith saw all the two physical eyes couldn’t see. Lord, give me such eyes of faith!
“25He chose a hard life with God’s people rather than an opportunistic soft life of sin with the oppressors. 26 He valued suffering in the messiah’s camp far greater than Egyptian wealth because he was looking ahead, anticipating the payoff. 27 By an act of faith, he turned his heel on Egypt, indifferent to the king’s blind rage. He had his eye on the One no eye can see, and kept right on going.” (Heb. 11: 25-27)
You were able to spot whose side God was (in the midst of the lowly slaves) and you went for Him. Though slaves, yet God’s children and for this reason, you chose a hard life with them instead of an opportunistic soft life of sin with the oppressors. How come you did notexploit and explore the open door to wine and dine with the Egyptians? I would have gone to church testifying to the goodness of the LORD for making me AYANFE (the beloved one from the crowd), but you weren’t selfish. What a foolish testimony I would have gone sharing about.
Moses! They gave you opportunities to be great, but you turned them all down? What did your mother say to you while breastfeeding you? I wish I could hear the song she sang into your ears? Something she did was right and that thing surely worked this wonder out of you. If she did not do anything, (I will not agree with you though), then tell me what you saw afar that was not in the palace? What honour and glory was ahead of you that being the next Pharaoh could not offer? What could be greater in glory than being the King of Egypt?
Moses, did you realize at that time that you were leaving behind certainty for uncertainty? The throne was waiting – that was certain; but you took a risk going the way of the poor, who, obviously, had nothing to offer you. Moses, you must be a rare gem. I call you so, because I cannot explain why you disregarded the fury of the king for a bleak future with slaves. You knew you were toiling with the king’s rage, yet the passion for your fellows overwhelmed you. You knew it would cost you, yet you WENT OUT to look at your brethren. You stepped out of your comfort zone to seek to lighten the burden of your people. Great!
It is sad to say that things have really changed in my days. We no longer look out for the comfort and peace of our brethren. Once I am comfortable, I forget my brethren. In fact, the belief is that my brother is poor because he is a lazy person. We no longer have people STEPPING OUT of their comfort zones to seek the good of others. Ours is a selfish and a selfie generation!
Your stepping out exposed you to an act you did not like. You may have been hearing of it, but the day you boldly rose up to go outside, you saw an Egyptian slave master beating up one of your brethren and naturally, you couldn’t take it. You felt it was an act that should not be permitted. But, Moses, the way you handled the situation raised dust in the land and questions in my heart.
“And he looked this way and that way, and when he saw that there was no man, he slew the Egyptian, and hid him in the sand.” (Exo 2: 12 KJV)
The Bible said you looked this way and that way. Moses, please tell me what you were looking for. Was it because you wanted to know if someone was around; someone that must not see what you were about to do? Pardon me, but I think that as you saw the Egyptian slave master rough handling your brother, your anger took you over. With anger at its boiling point within you, you knew something terrible would follow; it was something so terrible that nobody must witness.
Moses, you killed that man because you wanted to and not that it was a mistake. Looking here and there before landing your blow, describes a premeditated act. I, therefore, won’t charge you for manslaughter, but for premeditated murder. You had the time to plan and execute it. You even had enough time to bury him in the sand.
Dear Moses, why did you do it this way? You knew you were to rescue God’s people, but I doubt if you knew the method to apply. If your mother told you never to forget that you were a child of purpose, did she tell you the way to go about it? She probably didn’t know herself. If she didn’t know, you should have taken a step to find out from God, but then, how much of a relationship did you have back then with the God of Israel. Had you asked God, He would have guided you.
If I should ask, how many taskmasters would you have killed in a day if that was your method of deliverance? If you intended setting free your people one person per day, as Ex. 2: 13 said you went out again the second day, how long did you estimate it would take you to rescue the entire children of God? How many acres of land would you have needed to bury slayed taskmasters?
You had a burden, no doubt. We could feel the hot zeal, but not the understanding of going about it. Permit me, but I think you leaned on your own understanding against the warning of Proverbs 3:5. It wasn’t, therefore, a surprise when your people, those you thought should appreciate you, turned against you. They rejected you. Didn’t they?
“The next day he went out there again. Two Hebrew men were fighting. He spoke to the man who started it: “Why are you hitting your neighbor?” The man shot back: “Word’s gotten out people know about this”. Pharaoh heard about it and tried to kill Moses, but Moses got away to the land of Midian. He sat down by a well. Ex. 2: 13-15 TM.
Although you meant well, yet you were misjudged by your people. Instead of them developing a keen interest into why you, an Egyptian prince, (at least so you were in their eyes), had to kill an Egyptian to free a Hebrew, they queried and pushed you out. From that very day, life became disappointing. You were met with rejection and you certainly did not love the situation. How could they! Didn’t you sacrifice the throne because of them? It’s difficult to understand people at times.
When I read that you fled to the land for Midian, I said to myself it must not only be because the news that you killed someone got to Pharaoh, but mainly, because those who should have accepted you, rejected you point blank. You would have probably considered staying back had they accepted you, but when they chose otherwise, I told myself, why stay around any longer.
Your world came crashing within two days. You lost your seat in the palace and your place among your people. You were caught in-between ‘two rejections’. The Egyptians you went out from will not receive you back and sadly, your own people won’t take you in. Just like Jesus, “He came (he didn’t stay back) unto His own, and his own (his own blood) received him not. John 1: 11. (Emphases mine)Lord, why do we always fight the help sent to us?
Now rejected and alone, you had to flee the land of Egypt and somehow, you found yourself working as a shepherd in the land of Midian…
…to be continued in Part 3
Burning Bush Boy (Moses Ayodeji Solanke) is a Snr Editor with the News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) and also a Christian Writer/Blogger - www.theburningbushboy.wordpress.com. He has great passion for enhancing the Christendom with media tools. He is married with three children. Email:[email protected]
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