In the beginning of the book of Exodus we read of the absolute horror of what the king has decreed. He wanted to destroy the Israelites. He wanted to wipe out the male babies. He first ordered the Jewish midwives to deal with the “problem” as he saw, but this heinous king didn’t know who he was messing with. No. It wasn’t going to be that easy. The midwives feared the Lord and would not do this awful thing, and so he had to do it through ordering that the babies be thrown into the river.
As I write that, my heart breaks and my stomach wants to expel the lunch that I ate with my own two year old son a few hours ago.
What kind of heartless, horrible, savage man was this awful king to make such an order? He was evil. Unbelievably evil.
Why? Why did he want to wipe out the Israelites? Because they were strong. There were a lot of them. And their numbers were growing. Just look at Exodus 1:9.
This awful king – Pharaoh – was a coward. He was afraid because the Israelites were a strong and mighty group of people.
Earlier this week I took out my Bible and started reading Exodus and saw somethings differently about this story. I was recently watching the Prince of Egypt with my boys – which by the way has a load of inaccuracies – but it provoked me to learn more, to study even, the life of Moses.
This man’s life was truly extraordinary.
He was a Jewish boy born at a time when Pharaoh was killing all the baby boys of his race.
Moses wasn’t from a special family. But he had parents of faith. They kept him hidden and did not fear the kings order according to Hebrews 11.
By faith Moses, when he was born, was hidden three months by his parents, because they saw he was a beautiful child; and they were not afraid of the king’s command.
Hebrews 11:23 NKJV
How could they not be afraid?!
They somehow hid an infant – I don’t know about you all, but my babies were loud. When they were hungry, they cried. When they needed a diaper change, they cried. Didn’t matter what time, day or night, they let their needs be known.
But, his parents hid him. Somehow, they hid him.
They hid Moses until he was three months old. Then, his mother put him in a basket in a river.
Whoa, wait, what?
Imagine this for a moment. Moses’s mother hid him for three months. Then, she put her THREE MONTH OLD BABY in a BASKET! In a RIVER! Guys, I don’t know about you, but this seems like a really crazy solution to the problem.
God set Moses up. And his own mother ended up being his wet-nurse after his basket floated strait to Pharaoh’s daughter who KNEW he was a Jewish baby boy.
From that point God kept Moses hidden in that very king’s palace and set him in place for the time when he would be used by God to deliver his people out of Egypt.
Born Jewish. Raised as Egyptian royalty. Destined to return to his people and be led by God to deliver his people out of slavery. And out of Egypt.
Moses would even be a man that would ask for God to show him His glory.
As I was reading the first few chapters of Exodus I couldn’t stop picturing Moses’ mother.
How many times have I struggled with entrusting my kids to the Lord? We dedicated our boys to the Lord when they were babies, we know we have a big, big God. We know He actually loves them even more than we do, and yet I worry.
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
Psalm 91:1,2 NKJV
Worry is fear. Fear is sin. Fear is not Faith.
But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.
Hebrews 11:6 NKJV
We have to stay hidden. We have to stay in the presence of God.
I may not have to do the extreme that Moses’ mother had to do for him. Thank you Lord, I can’t even imagine. And yet the Lord made a way for her to see Moses often, even just to nurse him as an infant.
But my faith needs work, you all.
How about you? In what way does this story compel you to new depth in your faith? Just like loosing weight, or building muscle, it doesn’t happen on its own.
We have to be intentional. We have to get alone with God, we have to read His Word, talk to Him, step out and love the unlovable, speak for the mute, stand up for justice. We have to stop being involved in useless arguments, wasting time, gossiping, and start focusing on what really matters. We have to start crying out, as Moses did, “God if you don’t go then I’m not going!”
The scripture I’ll leave you with today is one of my favourites. Be blessed today, as you work on building your level of faith. ❤
But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.
Matthew 6:33 NKJV