I sometimes feel like an alien in a strange world. I find myself feeling stubborn and irritable with the routes and choices I see. Where is the google map, when you feel like Moses and your toes are at the edge of the Red sea?
I’m no Patriarch of faith and history like Moses, but I can only imagine what he must have felt, when God asked him to fight for his people. Fighting! Oh yes, welcome to my world now.
Strangers in a strange land at a strange time, for a short period of time. We are to Sojourn; into places and territories that are unknown.
Fight! or Fight harder is how most people know me.
We don’t know the ways God will lead us, the routes he will illuminate, or the camps he will demand our tent to settle in. We can’t do it. God has to do the fighting.
I read the story of the Israelites crossing the red sea, and I sigh. I take my military gear off, put down my defense mechanisms, and put a load of laundry in the machine.
This world is against us, there is a fight, a route that leads to destruction. In my mind, I’m ready to fight Pharaoh and his army as I fold clothes and do homework.
When the nation of Israel left Egypt, God took them the long way. Not because he was punishing them, but because he didn’t want them to fight the Philistines, change their minds and turn back (Exodus 13:17-18 ESV). His route had provision and purpose.
“Fear not, stand firm, and see the salvation of the Lord, which he will work for you today. For the Egyptians whom you see today, you shall never see again. The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent” Exodus 14:13-14