Day 7: Exodus
4:1-5
Moses answered,
“What if they do not believe me or listen to me and say, ‘The Lord did not appear to
you’?”
Then the Lord said to him,
“What is that in your hand?”
“A staff,” he
replied.
The
Lord
said, “Throw it on the ground.”
Moses threw it on
the ground and it became a snake, and he ran from it.
Then the Lord said to him,
“Reach out your hand and take it by the tail.” So Moses reached out and took
hold of the snake and it turned back into a staff in his hand.
“This,” said the Lord, “is so that they
may believe that the Lord, the God of their fathers—the God of Abraham, the God
of Isaac and the God of Jacob—has appeared to you.”
When people think
of Moses they don’t usually associate him with fear. People always remember him as a great leader
and prophet. Honestly that is only part
of the story. In the beginning, he was a
chicken. That is evident in Moses’ call
story. He comes up with excuse after
excuse to not have to what God is asking him to do. Each time God removes the obstacle that Moses
builds.
Even when God is being faithful, Moses freaks out. Moses worries that no one will believe he has
spoken to God. God tells Moses to throw
his staff on the ground. So, “Moses threw it on the ground and it became a
snake, and he ran from it.” Moses
ran from the miracle God provided to serve as proof for that had sent
Moses. The man was talking to a bush
that was burning without being consumed, and it was the snake he ran from. Because clearly the snake is the unusual/scary
part of that picture…
To be fair, though, I probably would have run too. I have before. Certain ‘spiritual gifts’ that I have can be
mildly terrifying. They tend to happen
more frequently and more intensely when I am closer to God. How do I cope with the intensity? I run away from it. The more distance I can put between myself
and God, the safer I feel. Frankly, I’m
only kidding myself when I do that.
Recently, I was talking with a friend about spiritual
gifts. I was telling her about mine when
she commented that she would love to experience just a fraction of what I
have. I don’t usually feel that way
about it. Honestly, I have a hard time calling them gifts most of the time, because
they have caused so much discomfort for me.
When they are active, I would give anything to make them go away. I run.
I don’t want to run anymore.
I am the one who asked to be used for God. Granted I was in 3rd grade, but it
still counts! Moses didn’t ask to be
used like he was. His new found
responsibilities came out of nowhere. It’s
no wonder he ran. I prayed to be
used. I need to stop running. God got Moses through; in the end he will do
the same for me.
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