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heart, and though I multiply My miraculous signs and wonders in Egypt, he won’t listen to you.”
Moses didn’t say a word, but I knew what he was thinking because I was thinking it myself. What are You saying, God? Number one, Ramses’ heart doesn’t need to be any harder, and number two, he’s not listening to me now.
“Then I’ll lay My hand on Egypt, and with mighty acts of judgment, the Egyptians will know that I am God when I stretch out My hand and bring the Israelites out of it by divisions.”
Here’s what I’ve learned about God over the eons: if you don’t listen carefully to every word He speaks, you can miss something big. And that’s just what happened to Moses. He missed two remarkable things. God said He was going to bring the Israelites out by divisions. Out of divisions come soldiers , not slaves . Slaves come out in a mob. I didn’t know what He meant by His word choice, but I knew it meant something.
I was more than merely interested in the other thing God said. He was going to play this thing out for a while so the Egyptians would know He was God. Why? Whatever for? What good would it do? As far back as I could remember, at least since Abraham, God had never before cared one way or the other about anybody but the Hebrews. Why would He suddenly be interested in what the Egyptians knew about Him?
Unless …
I couldn’t bear to think about it, but I knew I must. Why would God care what the Egyptians knew about Him unless He intended to save some of them? Impossible. Completely out of order and not fair. The Egyptians were sold out to Satan, way beyond redemption of any kind. The idea that God might be thinking of saving the Egyptians took hold of my mind, and I completely forgot about Moses and Aaron. All I could think about was how I wanted to have a little chat with God.
“God,” I cried out. Sometimes I’ve complained to God with great bravado, secure in the knowledge that He did not hear me. This time I wished He would hear me, although I knew I was just shaking my wing at empty space. “I’m right, aren’t I? You’re trying to find a loophole to save some of the Egyptians, aren’t You? How could You even think about it? How could You give those who don’t know You and don’t care about You time to repent when You wouldn’t spare me five minutes? That’s all I needed to recover my sanity that awful day when the war in heaven happened. Five minutes more and I could have reached Michael’s side to tell him I’d changed my mind. Five minutes more and I would never have followed that lunatic Lucifer.”
In total despair at the mere thought of God counting the evil Egyptians worthier of salvation than me, I flew hard into the nearest wall and tried to kill myself. Of course, it didn’t work and only made my head throb. By the time I pulled myself together, God was still talking to Moses and Aaron.
“When Pharaoh says to you, ‘Perform a miracle,’ then say to Aaron, ‘Take your staff and throw it down before Pharaoh,’ and it will become a snake.”
You should have seen Aaron snap to attention at that comment. The first thing he did was throw the staff on the ground to see if it was working. Nothing. Next, he started pulling on Moses’s tunic with one hand while continuing to thump his staff on the ground with the other. He tried to point out to Moses that the staff was just a common tree branch with no supernatural qualities. Moses ignored him and continued listening to God while Aaron feverishly practiced behind his back, trying to make something happen— thump, thump. No snake.
The next day I followed them into Pharaoh’s throne room to see what would happen. Moses strode with calm confidence and walked directly to the place where Ramses was seated. Aaron followed a few steps behind, continuing to thump his staff on the floor as he went along to see if it wriggled at all. Nothing. He stopped thumping and came alongside Moses, not looking at all well.
Right on
Moses didn’t say a word, but I knew what he was thinking because I was thinking it myself. What are You saying, God? Number one, Ramses’ heart doesn’t need to be any harder, and number two, he’s not listening to me now.
“Then I’ll lay My hand on Egypt, and with mighty acts of judgment, the Egyptians will know that I am God when I stretch out My hand and bring the Israelites out of it by divisions.”
Here’s what I’ve learned about God over the eons: if you don’t listen carefully to every word He speaks, you can miss something big. And that’s just what happened to Moses. He missed two remarkable things. God said He was going to bring the Israelites out by divisions. Out of divisions come soldiers , not slaves . Slaves come out in a mob. I didn’t know what He meant by His word choice, but I knew it meant something.
I was more than merely interested in the other thing God said. He was going to play this thing out for a while so the Egyptians would know He was God. Why? Whatever for? What good would it do? As far back as I could remember, at least since Abraham, God had never before cared one way or the other about anybody but the Hebrews. Why would He suddenly be interested in what the Egyptians knew about Him?
Unless …
I couldn’t bear to think about it, but I knew I must. Why would God care what the Egyptians knew about Him unless He intended to save some of them? Impossible. Completely out of order and not fair. The Egyptians were sold out to Satan, way beyond redemption of any kind. The idea that God might be thinking of saving the Egyptians took hold of my mind, and I completely forgot about Moses and Aaron. All I could think about was how I wanted to have a little chat with God.
“God,” I cried out. Sometimes I’ve complained to God with great bravado, secure in the knowledge that He did not hear me. This time I wished He would hear me, although I knew I was just shaking my wing at empty space. “I’m right, aren’t I? You’re trying to find a loophole to save some of the Egyptians, aren’t You? How could You even think about it? How could You give those who don’t know You and don’t care about You time to repent when You wouldn’t spare me five minutes? That’s all I needed to recover my sanity that awful day when the war in heaven happened. Five minutes more and I could have reached Michael’s side to tell him I’d changed my mind. Five minutes more and I would never have followed that lunatic Lucifer.”
In total despair at the mere thought of God counting the evil Egyptians worthier of salvation than me, I flew hard into the nearest wall and tried to kill myself. Of course, it didn’t work and only made my head throb. By the time I pulled myself together, God was still talking to Moses and Aaron.
“When Pharaoh says to you, ‘Perform a miracle,’ then say to Aaron, ‘Take your staff and throw it down before Pharaoh,’ and it will become a snake.”
You should have seen Aaron snap to attention at that comment. The first thing he did was throw the staff on the ground to see if it was working. Nothing. Next, he started pulling on Moses’s tunic with one hand while continuing to thump his staff on the ground with the other. He tried to point out to Moses that the staff was just a common tree branch with no supernatural qualities. Moses ignored him and continued listening to God while Aaron feverishly practiced behind his back, trying to make something happen— thump, thump. No snake.
The next day I followed them into Pharaoh’s throne room to see what would happen. Moses strode with calm confidence and walked directly to the place where Ramses was seated. Aaron followed a few steps behind, continuing to thump his staff on the floor as he went along to see if it wriggled at all. Nothing. He stopped thumping and came alongside Moses, not looking at all well.
Right on
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