2017-07-02 - God Helps Those Who Help Themselves
Let's review how we got to where we are.
NOW, IN THE HOUSES of Israel–deep in the night and in privacy–people were whispering one to another.
“Yes,” said the people.
The people near Miriam smiled, recalling their toughness and the Egyptian’s frustration.
“So the king conceived a plan,” she said. “He told the midwives who served Hebrew women to kill our baby boys. But the midwives feared God. They let all our children live, male and female. They said, ‘O King, Hebrew women are so strong, they drop their babies before we can get there.’” “Ha ha ha!” The people barked a bitter laughter for the idiot Egyptian, tricked by the women.
“Ha ha ha!” The people barked a bitter laughter for the idiot Egyptian, tricked by the women.
Miriam paused a moment. Then in a softer, more serious voice she continued:
“So the king abandoned cunning and went straight to slaughter. He sent his soldiers through our houses with orders to search out all the baby boys, and to drown them in the Nile. “It was then,” said Miriam, “that my mother bore a beautiful baby boy. For three months, she hid him in the house, and the soldiers did not find him. But then he grew too large and too loud, so my mother took a basket and daubed it with pitch, and laid her son inside and slipped it into the river among the reeds. She told me to watch from a distance. That very day, I saw the king’s daughter come down with her maidens to bathe. I saw them stop at the little cove where my brother was floating. I watched the princess undress and wade into the water. She disappeared among the reeds. Suddenly she cried, ‘Look what I found!’ She came out of the reeds, pushing the basket toward shore. All her maidens rushed to look. The princess turned my mother’s blankets aside– and there was my brother, his little fists shaking. He was crying. I couldn’t stand it. I started to run down the bank toward her. She was saying, ‘It’s one of the Hebrew children,’ and she was holding the baby with such tenderness– such tenderness! I saw that tenderness. I said, ‘Do you want me to get a Hebrew nurse for the child?’ She looked up at me and said, ‘Yes.’ So I ran and got our mother, and by the time we returned together, the princess had named him. Mosheh. She called him Moses, because, she said, ‘I drew him out of the water.’ The daughter of the king of Egypt adopted my baby brother. He grew up in Pharaoh’s court. That’s why you can’t remember him. But he suckled Hebrew milk. He drank of the milk of our mother; he heard her prayers and learned our ways and therefore has been one of us from the beginning. Believe it! Heart and soul and might, Moses will always be one of us.” 1
Supplemental Readings: Acts 7:20-44; Hebrews 11:23-29
“He delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will deliver us again” ~ 2 Corinthians 1:10
Exodus Study to be continued.
All verses are from the English Standard Version (ESV) unless otherwise noted.